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Chapter 41: Logan

Twenty minutes after the UW billboard disappeared from my rearview mirror, Ellie and I walked up and down the grocery store aisles again. If I hadn't lived alone for two years and fended for myself, then I probably would've hated grocery shopping. Ellie with groceries was next-level though, she filled the cart with stuff I'd never have eaten on my own. At one point she even put in a pumpkin, which was too early for Halloween.

She was also very hands-on in the produce aisle, grabbed and poked things, even smelled them. Every few steps she mumbled her grocery list items and plans for them in an internal conversation with herself. I stepped back and watched her with interest since half the time I think she forgot I was next to her.

"That's a lot of... those," I finally spoke up after she tossed three cauliflower heads into the cart. We'd only gone through two aisles, the produce section, and she'd already filled half the cart.

"I'm going to try a few things." She looked up at me and hesitantly ran a hand through her hair. "I have a cauliflower, egg, and casserole recipe for breakfast, plus I'll make some buffalo wing knockoffs. We'll see how cauliflower tortillas go since I found some recipes but never made them."

"Buffalo wings?" I reached into the cart and pulled out a cauliflower. "Hate to tell you but this is nothing like chicken or a tortilla shell."

Teasing aside, I already knew I'd at least try whatever she made. I was pretty sure she had a recipe that made dog food taste like a five-star meal, not that I wanted her to attempt that.

"And I look forward to making you eat those words." With a lightness in her voice, she reached over and grabbed my wrist. A flash of her dark eyes up at me and a soft smirk later, she rotated my hand until I dropped the vegetable back in the cart.

Walked into this one, Ellie.

In a snap, I rolled my wrist until my hand held hers and teased, "Don't make me think about eating something... non-edible."

By the way her lips parted open and her cheeks turned pink, she understood the dirty reference. Ellie and I hadn't done well with penetrated sex but oral sex we had down, pun intended. While she wasn't the first girl who'd given me a blow job, again, by far the best.

I need to skip the details or I'll be pushing the cart with another hardon.

Ellie snatched her hand back and right when she opened her mouth, my lips curled up on their own. I ignored the interest that swelled between my legs from this indirect conversation topic, but my ego rewarded this round to me. While I pushed the cart past her, I paused, leaned over, and murmured in her ear, "Which aisle can I find -"

"Stop," she breathed out, her entire face now flushed red as I pulled back slowly. I chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss into her warm cheek, neither of which I could have restrained myself from if I'd tried.

"I was going to say wing sauce." I stood straight and winked at her. "Where's your mind this morning, Ellie?"

"In the gutter apparently," was her muttered response. She tipped her chin down, hid her face from view, and studied her list. "I think we're done with produce. I am now, at least."

While I was seriously tempted, I avoided asking her if she wanted any eggplant. The pyramid of peaches on a display past her shoulder did me zero favors either.

A few steps and several 'calm-down-Logan' breaths later, I stopped near the flowers at the end of the produce section, where the colorful selections caught my attention. With a look over my shoulder, I asked her, "Hey Ellie?"

"Mmm," she replied without looking up. After a few moments of silence, she looked up. "What?"

"Do you still like the same flowers?" I shifted my eyes to the display, then back to hers.