He threw his hands in the air. “Then what does it matter?”
“Are you always this cranky when your dick is hard?” I asked, just because I was curious.
“Only when somebody makes me talk about it ad nauseam.”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” he repeated.
“How long will you be annoyed at me?” I asked. Just because I needed to know.
“Until you stop talking about my dick,” he groused. “Little Willy is not an appropriate topic for conversation.”
I choked out a laugh. “You call your dick…” I snorted. “…Little Willy?”
“Still not a topic for conversation,” he sang out.
I reached into my bag and took out my cosmetics case, and then I laughed all the way to the bathroom, where I brushed and flossed my teeth. When I came back out, he was standing in front of the dresser buttoning his shirt, looking as dressy as he normally did in khaki slacks and dress socks. It felt strange standing in a room with a man who was getting dressed. I’d never done it before. I’d been in a room with a man who was dressing, but not in a getting dressed for the day kind of dressing. It was always a get dressed and get the fuck out kind of dressing. This seemed almost more intimate than sex, and my insides had that quirky, weird feeling again.
“Are you done in there?” he asked.
“For now,” I replied.
“Good,” he said.
“We need to go shopping today!” I called toward the closed door.
He opened it back up, his eyes slowly raking up and down my body. “I know. We need to get you some appropriate pajamas.” He slammed the door in my face, much harder than was necessary.
“Well, then,” I said to myself. Then I started to get dressed.
I tried to figure out what that weird, bubbly feeling was, but I couldn’t be sure. If Lynn called today, maybe I could ask her, because I was quickly learning that asking Clark about certain topics would make him grumpy.
Chapter 21
Clark
She didn’t buy pajamas. But I did follow her around the mall as she bought a few dresses she didn’t want me to see and some shoes. Then we planned to stop at the food court for something to eat. I didn’t eat out much, since MeeMaw was such a great cook, but I knew we needed to look like a couple.
Shelly came out of the store she’d dashed into with one more package. I hooked it with my finger and carried it with the others.
“You are aware that I am perfectly capable of carrying my own bags, right?” she asked.
I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “This is what boyfriends do.”
Her face scrunched up. “Why?”
“Because we typically feel absolutely useless while out shopping, and it gives us a reason to keep breathing.” I looked down at the packages in my arms. “What all did you buy?”
“Is that a boyfriend question?”
I bit back my smile.
“No, it’s just me being nosy.”
She eyed the bags hooked over my arms. “I just got some date clothes.”
“What are date clothes?” I asked. I looked into one of the bags but she slapped my hand away.