Miller opened up my door and held his hand out for me. He kept his hand wrapped around mine as we walked down the sidewalk.
“This place is cuter than the pictures,” I said.
“It’s really creepy that you stalked everything so thoroughly before you bought this place. I’m trying to show you something new and you already know it.”
I laughed. “I wanted to make sure you’d be happy.”
He looked down at me. “I wasn’t happy until you came back.”
I smiled up at him.
He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and kissed me. Without a care in the world that there were other residents of this little town milling about. We were invisible here. Just the way I liked it. I pulled back. “So where are those condoms?”
He laughed. “Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and led me past the cutest little shops. There was a bakery with a pink exterior, a toy shop where kids were staring in the windows, a newspaper stand, a little pub. We stopped outside a local convenience store. The bell jingled as we walked in and the person at the register waved to us.
“People here are so friendly,” I said. “It’s the exact opposite of New York. I love it.”
“Just be mindful. A small town means gossip.”
“You think the sweet old man at the register is dying to find out our true identities?”
Miller stopped in front of the condoms. “Maybe.”
I looked around to make sure no one was near us. “We have to purchase some other random stuff. Not justthese. It’s going to look like we’re sex fiends. Talk about small town gossip.”
Miller laughed. “We don’t need anything else. Now take your pick.”
“What? No. You take your pick.”
“You’re the one that wants them,” he said.
I just stared at him. “You don’t want to use one?” I whispered at him. “We can barely afford to feed ourselves, let alone a little monster.”
He laughed. “A monster?”
“It’ll feel like a monster if you accidentally knock me up.” I pulled a random box off the shelf. “How about these?”
“They’re neon.”
“Little Dicky will like them. He’s very retro and loves clubbing.”
Miller laughed even though the expression on his face was one of pure shock. “What the heck happened to promising not to call me that?” He grabbed the box of neon goodness and put it back on the shelf.
“I promised not to callyouthat. Nothim.” I wiggled my eyebrows as I looked down at his crotch.
“Whatever you want, kid.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
Instead of sticking his tongue out at me, he captured mine in a kiss. His fingers gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer. It was exactly how I’d been hoping he’d kiss me when he came home earlier. It was the same way he kissed me right before he’d touch me. Like he was desperate for me.
He groaned and pulled back. “Would you just pick out a box already so we can go home?”
I blinked up at him innocently. “What about touring the town?”
“I’d much rather tour you.”
His eyes wandered back to my mouth.
