That’s better. The tight band of tension around my chest eases. “What do you want to do for our fourth?”
“Movie.” She bites her lip. “Can you go to the movies?”
My shoulders shake. “Yeah, baby, I can go to the movies.” I reach across and brush my fingertipsagainst the back of her neck. “What do you want to see?”
“I don’t know.” She looks so pleased as she relaxes into my touch. “I just like the idea of sharing popcorn and then having something to talk about after.”
“Any candy?”
“Maybe. Chocolate?”
“And gummies. In the popcorn.”
She gasps. “No.”
“Yep. I love that salty sweet combination.”
“Horrifying.” But she says it so warmly it feels like a compliment.
“We can put popcorn, chocolate, and gummies on our shopping list.” I pull into the parking lot of a nice grocery store that I like because they have a good prepared-foods section, and I rarely need more than that.
Molly takes a deep breath.
I squeeze the back of her neck, then have to let go so I can park.
Inside, she pulls out her phone. “I want to take a quick video of you buying vegetables.”
I laugh. “Not candy?”
“Maybe both.” She winks. “Balance.”
“What vegetables?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“That was my way of asking what you like in a salad.”
“Oh.” She blushes again.
I tug her close, curving my handaround the back of her neck.
“I like how tall you are,” I murmur before I kiss her on the mouth.
She squeaks and then kisses me back, exhaling in a rush, sweet and warm against my lips. “We can’t put the PDA on your socials.”
“Definitely not. Your kisses are mine and mine alone,” I growl against her mouth, then step back a little, but I don’t let go of the back of her neck. “Do you like salad?”
“Uh…” Her eyes sparkle. “Yes.”
“Carrots?”
“Yeah.”
“Cabbage?”
“Sure.”
“Cucumber—”
