“How about buying men’s underwear? How often do you do that?”
“That would be never,” she said.
“Might have to change that.”
She laughed. “You don’t know how to buy your own underwear? Don’t tell me your mother still does it.”
He tugged on a lock of her hair. His mother was going to love Saylor when they met in person.
“No.” They moved to the back where the underwear was all folded neatly on tables. There were drawers underneath with more. “What do you think of these?”
They were a pair of gray boy shorts. Her ass cheeks would hang out some, but it’d look good with the gray bra he’d handed to her.
“Those are good sleeping underwear. Not so great to wear under clothing.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“Because I move too much and would end up picking them out of my butt crack. I don’t mind it sleeping so much as I don’t toss and turn.”
“We are getting them,” he said, his fist closing on them. And with any luck he’d get to see them on her soon.
She picked up two pairs of cute cotton panties. No complaints there, so he grabbed another pair close to what she had.
“You’ve got so much restraint not going for the thong,” she said.
“It’s not you.” If she was complaining about the boy shorts, then a piece of string in her crack on purpose wouldn’t cut it.
He didn’t need the woman he was with to be sexy like that. He much preferred the girl next door vibe.
Which didn’t explain why he always ended up with the opposite.
Not this time.
“It’s not. And I’m ready to check out, then we can get some food.”
They got in line, she paid for her purchases, him trying really hard not to offer to do it.
He’d been around too many women that expected that of him.
Saylor was way more independent and it was best to not cause another disagreement.
They had lunch, him biting his tongue when the bill came, then drove to the grocery store.
He was paying this time, he didn’t give a shit.
They grabbed some fruit and vegetables, both liking the same things. Got some more meat and what wasn’t used could replace what he’d taken out of the freezer.
When they were going down the candy aisle, he stopped and picked up two containers. “Bears or worms?”
She turned from the crackers she was browsing.
“What?”
“Gummy bears or worms? Treatments,” he said. “Never mind, let’s get both. We could be active for the rest of the week.”
She laughed, then her bottom lip came out some. Her eyes got glossy and he had a panic moment that he’d just fucked up and wasn’t sure why.
“That’s so sweet.”
