I make a blind grab at the first box of condoms I see, hardly taking notice of the size or how many the box contains. I don’t care. I just want to get out of here and get Calla home.
But of course, Calla has other ideas.
Grabbing my arm to stop me in my tracks, she steals the box from my hands.
“These aren’t latex free.”
I furrow my brow. “And?”
“What happens if I’m allergic to latex?”
“Are you?”
“No.”
I peer down at Calla. “You’re strange.”
She shrugs. “I know. Are you sure these will fit?”
It’s my turn to shrug. “I’ll make it fit.”
“Don’t you think—”
“I’m not going to whip out my cock and start measuring, Calla.”
She chokes out a laugh. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” I grit out. I’m as hard as fucking rock and this conversation isn’t helping. “I’ve never been asked so many questions about condoms before.”
“It’s good to ask questions,” Calla replies, shoving the condom I’d picked out back onto the shelf haphazardly, before plucking up a different branded box. “Come on.”
She all but hops, skips and jumps, down the aisle towards the self-serve checkouts, leaving me to lumber behind her.
“I’ll pay,” I say once we reach the machines. For once, strangely, there isn’t a queue of people.
Calla blinks up at me. A look that would be sweet as pie… if it wasn’t for the shit eating smirk playing about her kiss stung lips. I just get a glimpse of the sprawling description across the plastic box –ribbed for her pleasure– before a voice calls out.
“I’m sorry, but we’re having a technical fault with our self-serve machines. Would you mind moving over to the cashier and she’ll get you all rung up.”
As if I’m moving in slow motion, I glance over my broad shoulder to find an assistant, his hands clasped together nervously, tipping his head toward the till right at the end of the row. A lone woman sits behind the desk, waving Calla and I over with the tips of her fingers.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
This can’t be fucking happening while I’m trying to buy a box of condoms.
Christ.
My cheeks flame hot, but I manage to bob my head to show I’ve heard him before I stalk over to the single cashier. Imake the mistake of looking over at Calla, catching her grin and then the way she presses her lips together to try to quell her laugher.
“Don’t say a word.”
“I would never.”
Dumping the condoms onto the surface, I see the way the cashier’s eyes widen. I’m not quite sure why, she shouldn’t be all that surprised. Surely, I’m not the first man to be caught buying condoms.
“Did you find everything you were looking for this evening?”
Beepgoes my goods.
