Yes, I knew what they were.
I was a man, but I wasn’t a stupid one.
She had a body made for sinning.
A curvaceous figure with the right number of curves.
Some men might call her fat, but I called her stunning.
There was something about having more to hold on to.
To grab it.
Fuck it.
Love it.
I had to stop.
I brought up an image of a mutilated... yeah, that got my hard on to go back down.
Then it was raring to go once again because I got her eyeing me as I made my way to her.
Those eyes of hers, fucking stunning.
They reminded me of a cat’s eyes. The perfect, unattainable green color.
Fucking cheshire-colored eyes.
Needing to get my hard-on to go back down, I tagged a cart, then looked at her, “Ready?”
She nodded.
Then we made our way through the store, and I noticed she was putting things in the cart in a separate location from where I was putting my things.
I lifted a brow at her as she put a pack of cheese in there, “What?”
“Why are you putting things in the cart separate from mine?”
She looked at me like I was stupid.
“Umm, I’m getting this stuff for my place.”
I nodded, “Yeah. And?”
“I plan to pay for it.” She said slowly.
That was when I got it.
And fuck. Me.
I hadn’t had a woman want to pay for her own stuff in years.
Well. Shit.
Then I blurted out my thought before I had time to pull it back, “Are you single?”
She chuckled, then nodded, “Yeah. You?”
