Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Harley walks ahead, and I push the cart with ease, following her, not wanting to get too close, but also unable to stay away from her and the hold: she has over me. She fills the cart with things I can’t even begin to identify–bags of chips, spices, cheeses, jars of jam with labels I can’t pronounce.

I feel out of place here, but I don’t mind. Not when I get to watch her. She’s talking to herself as she picks through cans, making comments about her favorites, and I can’t help but smile internally at the way she’s completely at ease in a place like this.

“Isn’t it great?” she asks at one point, her voice light and teasing. You really get to experience it all. The full package: deli meats, organic everything, the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. This is where it all happens. I mean, sure, you probably prefer steak and lobster,

“I’m hot complaining.” I cut in, but she just raises an eyebrow, clearly amused at my unintentional sarcasm.

Her hand brushes against mine when she grabs a jar of mustard, and I feel a surge of heat course through me. It’s an innocent touch, a casual thing, but it’s enough to stir the hunger that’s still simmering just beneath the surface from earlier.

We stop at one of the farthest aisles, and Harley stands on tiptoe, trying to grab a bottle of fabric softener from the top shelf, and I don’t hesitate for a second. I step up behind her, my body pressing against hers in a way that sends a wave of heat through me.

“Let me help,” I murmur, my voice low. I can feel her breath catch, and I can’t help but smile at the effect I have on her.

With my left hand on the shelf next to her shoulder, I reach past her with my right one and grab the bottle she’s after. My chest brushes against her back, and for a moment, neither of us moves, Her hair brushes against my jaw and neck, and I’m fighting every instinct I have not to pull her closer.

The touch lingers longer than it should, but eventually step away slowly, letting her gather herself. It’s like we’re both holding our breath, unsure of where this moment will lead.

We finish up the rest of our shopping in silence, but there’s that tension between us again, one that I can’t seem to ignore for long. I can tell she’s feeling it too–this subtle push and pull, like we’re both testing each other’s limits, seeing how far we can go before one of us breaks.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify