“I want to.”
“Then I still have a shot.”
Her lips twitch into a smile and she pulls in a parking space. “I am going to miss this hot ass car.”
“Is that all you’ll miss?”
“Killian…you know I am going to miss you.”
We exit the car, and I take her hand in mine wishing this could last forever. “You gonna be riding a moped over there?”
“Maybe.”
“Think your ugly as sin leggings will be all the rage?”
“Shut up. My leggings aren’t ugly.”
“God, you’ll probably fit right in and be the sexiest dork to ever drive a scooter. Them French boys don’t stand a chance. You’ll meet some dude who talks in a sexy accent and forget all about me.”
“Ha. Ha.” She drops my hand to get a cart. I watch her every movement and hang on her every word knowing that these last moments with her are precious. It’s a gift that I don’t want to waste.
We make our rounds in the store getting all the ingredients listed on some recipe website she swears by. “What about dessert?”
“You pick since the pizza is what I want.”
I grab her face in the middle of the frozen food aisle. “I want you.” Her lips part, and I press my mouth to hers before she can protest. I thrust my tongue between her lips needing to taste her. Needing to remind her how good we are together.
“Shameful,” an old woman crows at us.
We break apart and Liri giggles. Fuck, I am going to miss that sound. I don’t know how I am going to do this. How can I give her up? “You think we could video chat?”
“What?”
“When you go to Paris.”
“I don’t know. Maybe if we can work out the time difference.” Something passes behind her eyes that I can’t read, but I don’t press it. I don’t want to fight. I want to make this night the best she’s ever had.
We get to the checkout and Liri turns to me. “You didn’t get dessert?”
I pinch her ass. “Yeah I did, but I can’t find your sticker.”
“Oh. Whatever. You’re going to be craving something sweet later.”
“I’m craving you.” I grin and load our items to the checkout.
“Okay, horndog.”
“Don’t start with that lame shit again.”
“Pfft. You like it.”
“I like anything coming from you.”
“Okay, Killian. You can stop laying it on thick now. You know I’m a sure thing. I never can tell you no.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I swipe my keys from her after I pay. “I’m driving.”
“Fine.”