He had ducked into his car, key in the ignition, about to start it up when he saw her bounce out of the store. She looked to be in a hurry, carrying several bags and a small purse toward a late model Mercedes. He felt creepy staring at her, but he couldn't stop himself if he'd wanted to.
And he didn't.
She was oblivious, slamming her trunk closed after loading her groceries into it, then walking around to the driver side door, her breasts under her t-shirt bouncing with her movements. He licked his suddenly very dry lips, feeling a twitch in his dick and a lick of fire through his groin.
Down boy. Not today. But good to see you’re still alive.
Faster than he would like, she ducked into her car. From across the parking lot, he could barely make out her face through the tint in her windshield. It had a nice shape to it, sort of a heart. Cute, petite nose. Full lips. Arched brows…so maybe her mussed and messy look was a fluke.
He watched her check herself out in the rear view mirror. A look of disgust crossed her face. He laughed aloud, the sound bouncing around the interior of the car.
Yep, she’s kicking herself, right about now.
She rolled her eyes at herself, her plump lips pursed as she pulled out, tires squealing as she rounded the corner at the end of the street.
Girls were funny. She was pissed that she looked like shit.
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Enjoying this! Love the simple honesty of their internal thoughts. They've been through some thangs and I'm ready for them to go through more!