“I would love to.” He took her hand in his and kissed the back of her fingers. “What time would you like me to be there?”
“I should be up and ready by ten-ish.”
“I’ll see you then.”
He saw her off and with a pep in his step, returned to his apartment.
The next morning, he was greeted with a warm smile and Luna in Eveline’s lap. He leaned down for a kiss and followed her inside.
“I’m still making my list. I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.”
“You’re the only reason I got out of mine.”
She threw him a grin over her shoulder and continued the inventory of her kitchen while he perched on the counter.
“Do you mind if we stopped at the pet store first?” she asked.
“I’m here for it all.”
“It seems so boring for you.”
“It’s time with you, kitten. What else would I possibly want?”
“Adventure and fun?”
“You really believe I would come with you if I wasn’t going to have fun. I repeat: I enjoy the time with you.”
She squeezed his thigh as she passed him to grab her wallet and reusable bags. “I think I’ve got everything.”
“Miss Harris is a planet saver too, huh?” he teased, jumping off the counter.
“Something like that.” When he needed to move her chair to sit in the passenger seat, she frowned. “I’m sorry, I meant to do that earlier and totally forgot.”
He only shrugged it off, setting her chair in the trunk and taking his seat. With his hand on her thigh, he kneaded his palm into her, his head rolled back, and his eyes closed. He only opened them again once the car came to a stop. Under her watchful eyes, he swiftly put her chair together, only asking for her help once. When they walked into the pet store, and she attempted to place a basket onto her lap, he cocked his brow at her.
“Who do you think you are?” he asked, snatching it from her. “Like I would let you carry a thing.”
“I don’t want—”
“Me to think that’s why I’m here? Yes, I’m aware, but I’m not just something pretty to look at, you know?”
“Well, what am I supposed to do if I’m not allowed to carry my own shopping?”
“Relax and enjoy being spoiled.”
Her cheeks were rosy and the few people who stopped to stare made her blush even harder. “Okay.”
He followed her down the aisles, watching as she loaded up the basket with food and treats. “No litter?”
“No, I get that delivered.”
Like the gentleman he was, he put her chair away while she got comfortable and put it together again at the grocery store.
“I could get used to this,” she chirped, handing him the reusable bags as she locked the car.
“You better, because this might well be our every Sunday routine.”
“Are you getting anything?”
