“Jess. Do we need any tomatoes?”
“Huh?” I said thickly,
“Tomatoes.” he elaborated, lifting the bag up in front of me. I wrinkled my nose up,
“What?”
“Tomato’s.” Ashton said shaking the bag “do we need any?”
“Um?” Ashton sighed and dropped the bag into our trolley, a safe bet we pretty much always needed everything food wise.
“What is up with you today?” He asked retrieving the trolley.
“nothing.” I snapped swinging my head searching behind us even though I was pretty sure that we weren’t being followed.
“You’ve been bloody away with the pixies all day.” I snorted “anything to do with that GUY.” I snapped round on instinct.
“No.” I snapped too quickly to be totally believed.
“Whatever you say.” Ashton said passively turning into the biscuit aisle. “Chocolate digestives or bourbons
