Same Time Next Week (Ch.11)
Jackson smiled to himself, wandering the store. He’d planned to walk around for a few minutes, give her a chance to pull out and be on her way before going back out to his car. As he was passing the lot, he saw her pull in and couldn't help himself. He parked near her and watched her get out of the car.
She'd made up for the day before.
That she tried to was obvious. He appreciated the effort. Big brown doe eyes, creamy toasted cinnamon skin, hair that fell past her shoulders and pretty, plump, kissable lips. He was impressed, as he knew he would be, at what she looked like when she tried. Truth be told, he liked her fine in yoga pants and messy hair. It told him what she'd look like after sex.
Not bad.
She seemed nice. A little hung up on who he was, but he could tell that would fade. As Jackson meandered through the aisles, he picked up a can of soup, turning it in his hand, but not really seeing it. His mind was back in the parking lot, replaying their encounter.
Then he realized his mistake, dropped the can and rushed back outside.