Free Falling

27 | lucky

"Okay, are you a dog or a cat person?" I queried, pulling out a cart. He moved to grab it from me but I shot him a don't you dare look before he could. He backed away with an amused expression.

"Dogs. I owned a German Shepherd two years ago, but I was too busy with work and in my head to have time for her. Ended up letting her go. My grandparents had three bloodhounds when I was little, and they always scared the hell out of me. But overall, I'm a dog person." He held the entrance door open for me. "Are you a cat lady?"

"Unfortunately, I'm allergic to cats. So no cat lady for you." I laughed and pushed the cart forward. We spent the next ten minutes surveying the isles with large fluorescent bulbs brightening the halls.

"What do you really eat?" Finn asked, peering at a range of vegetables on display.

"Anything, really. Pasta, eggs, potatos. Ooh, and a lot of meat."

He chuckled, lightly shaking his head as he trailed after me quietly. His figure disappeared into another isle and moments later he reappeared, holding a jar of Nutella.

"A must." He added it to the cart.

I rose a brow at him, not missing the way he handled it with care. "You have an awful lot of this in your fridge. What's up with that?"

He shrugged, and my eyes focused on his large shoulders. Those shoulders that flexed when he was inside—

"Just a childhood addiction that apparently never left." His one dimple popped out with the childish grin he bore. His hair was splayed messily on his head, forming bangs on one side of his face.

"You do know they contain a lot of sugar. Moderation is key."

He scoffed, walking closer to me. "Are you going to lecture me on my eating habits," he stared me down, eliminating any existing notion of space between us. I felt the warmth radiating off his body, pulling me in. "Little nurse?"

I stared at his mouth, forgetting that we were at a public place. Public places had people. And it was not news that people stared. But all that seemed to not matter at the moment.

"You're so hot when you blush," he said quietly, teasing. His hand found it's way up my neck and into my hair. He tugged down on a fistful, pulling my head up. "Makes me want to do dirty things to you. Like bend you over a surface and pull your hair, hearing you scream out my name as I fuck you so hard you'll be dreaming about it for days."

My teeth clamped down on my lower lip, trying to prevent any sound from escaping.

He pulled away and let go of my hair, looking satisfied as he wandered down another isle. "I'll go scout for more stuff."

I couldn't move. How could I, after he'd just said all those things?

"Amanda?"

I snapped out of my haze and blinked as my brain registered the person standing in front of me.

"Josh?" It was Nate's friend and neighbor. He had one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans and the other holding a basket that held sparse items.

He laughed. "It's been a while, huh?"

"Right? It's so nice to see you." Then I noticed he had his blond hair lazily put together in a ponytail. "OMG, and you grew your hair back!"

His cheeks tinged pink. "Yeah, I guess cutting it shorter wasn't really my style."

I recalled the brief conversation we had back at Nate's place. I remember mentioning how I preferred his hair long, then Nate talking about him having a crush on me.