“No, that’s coral.”
She turned the tube over, her small hand brushing against mine. “See? The color is printed on the bottom, and this one says coral.”
I shook my head. “You women have way more colors than men do.”
She didn’t answer, focused on scanning the lipsticks. She held one up triumphantly. “Vegan hibiscus. Yay!”
“I thought hibiscus was a flower,” I asked in confusion.
“It is.”
“So wouldn’t all hibiscus be vegan then?”
Erika laughed, a wide smile lighting up her face, and I forgot how to breathe. I’d never seen anything other than the reserved half smile she offered everyone. It felt like a gift to see a real smile on her beautiful face, even if it was at my expense.
“No, the lipstick is vegan, not the hibiscus. Well hibiscus is vegan too but there’s not any actual hibiscus in the lipstick.”
I shook my head. “If you say so.”
We walked towards the cash register, waiting for our turn to check out. I gaped when I heard the price but resisted saying anything. Who knew that a tiny tube of lipstick would be so expensive? After paying, Erika slipped the precious lipstick into her purse, and we headed back to the car.
As we pulled out, I noticed an ice cream stand across the street from the mall, the sign advertising soft serve.
“Ooh! I haven’t had soft serve in years. Do you mind if we stop? Ice cream would hit the spot.”
“I love soft serve,” she replied. “I don’t think I’ve had it since April was a baby.”
I parked near the stand and we both ordered cones. Erika ordered vanilla with a chocolate dip, while I got the chocolate with rainbow sprinkles. We scoped out a nearby bench and sat side by side eating our cones.
“This is delicious,” she said. “I almost never eat ice cream. I’d forgotten how good it is.”
I glanced over at Erika, noting that she had a smear of ice cream on the corner of her lip. I reached over and scooped it up with my finger, then licked it off. Erika’s eyes widened as she watched me.
I can’t say who moved first, but suddenly we flew towards each other, dropping the rest of our cones on the ground as we met in a flurry of lips and hands. I lifted Erika by the waist, pulling her to straddle me as the kiss went on and on. Erika ground her hips against my painfully hard cock, and I moaned against her mouth.
Suddenly a sharp voice came from behind us. “This is a family place. Get a room!”
Erika jumped at the sound of the judgmental voice and somehow managed to fall off my lap, landing on the ground with a squeak of surprise. I sent up a prayer of thanks that we’d chosen a bench in the grass and not one of the benches that ran along the sidewalk.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I reached for her hand to help her up. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“You wouldn’t need to keep asking me that if you weren’t very obviously trying to kill me,” she said wryly.
I met her gaze. “There are many things I want to do to you Erika, but killing you is not on the list. Besides, that one wasn’t my fault.”
She stood up, brushing off her shorts with a grimace. “If I keep hanging around with you, I’m going to be one big bruise by the time I leave on Monday.”
I threw my arm around her shoulders and squeezed her close to me as we walked back to the car. I felt ridiculously happy when she didn’t pull away.
“Maybe we should stop at the hardware store and get you some bubble wrap while we’re here,” I teased.
“Haha. You’re a funny guy.”
“Speaking of hanging around with me, will you be my date for the rehearsal dinner?”
She looked up at me with her brow crinkled in confusion.
“We’re both going to be there anyway, we don’t need dates. And while I appreciate the offer, I really need to keep my focus on April this weekend.”