I pushed the cart behind Hazel, watching her ass and hair sway with every step she took. Damn, she was beautiful.
Her fingers rubbed the blanket, checking for quality or thread count or some other s**t I didn’t understand or care about. She’d been over everything in the home décor aisles of both stores that sold that stuff, but had yet to put anything in our cart.
She finally stopped in front of a thing of sheets, grabbing it and setting it in the cart. I’d expected her just to grab the priciest ones, but the ones she picked weren’t the most expensive.
I didn’t understand the logic behind that, but didn’t give a s**t about sheets either, so I didn’t ask. Instead, I just watched her ass as we walked back to the pillow section.
She piled pillows in the cart.
One, two, three, four, five,
