Sweet Naivety

Chapter 35: More Than Courteous

Chapter 35: More Than Courteous

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I had texted the guys to let them know that we could have our band practice the next day. And then I had put my phone away so that I could spend my time with Grimmjow. He followed me around in the grocery store, chuckling or glaring at certain intervals. I picked out several things, getting enough items to cook him dinner and stock his kitchen, since he was apparently incapable of doing it himself. By the time I was finished, the cart was practically overflowing. When we were up at the register, Grimmjow also got a carton of cigarettes, which made me turn to him with a pointed glare. He had also thrown a pack of beer into the cart when I hadn't been paying attention.

"So you can't buy your own groceries, but you manage to buy beer and cigarettes?" I mumbled, trying not to blush at the way that he was grinning.

He shrugged at me as he pulled out his wallet. "Cigarettes and booze, babe... it's what I thrive on." Then he leaned down to whisper into my ear. "And you, of course."

I blushed harder, moving away from him and trying not to smile. "It's a wonder that you've managed to survive this long." I mumbled playfully.

He just laughed, handing his card to the cashier.

"Would you like any help out with this?" The courtesy clerk asked with a friendly smile as he finished bagging everything up.

Grimmjow gave him a glare, but finally ended up answering with a grunt. "Sure."

His smile didn't fade as he started to push our basket outside. "So which car is yours?" He turned to ask me, his light brown eyes shining happily.

I was about to answer when Grimmjow answered instead.

"My car is the black Jag." He took my hand and led the way to the car, popping his trunk so that the clerk could put all of the groceries inside.

"Here, let me help." I smiled at him as I began to help him load the groceries into the car.

"Aw, that's sweet! But you don't have to do that!" He met my smile, his cheeks crinkling with the effort.

"No. You don't." Grimmjow huffed as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his side.

I looked up at him, wanting to object, but the way that he was glaring at the clerk had me so confused that I fell silent.

"So are you throwing a party or something?" The clerk continued with his casual conversation, glancing up at me through his messy, brown hair before continuing his task.

"Not exactly." I answered lightly. "Just getting some things to cook dinner and hopefully last a while."

"Ah, I bet that you're a good cook." He commented back, giving me another smile.

I returned his smile, about to reply, when Grimmjow cut me off.

"She is a good cook." He grumbled, his voice gruff and low. He turned me so that I was facing him, his blue eyes smoldering and his expression intense. "Aren't ya, babe?"

Again, I was about to say something, when I was interrupted by Grimmjow. Only this time, he stopped me by smashing his lips against mine. He shoved me up against the car, his hands grasping onto my hips and his mouth rough on mine. I gasped at the impact, and he used the opening to shove his tongue past my lips and ravage my mouth. I placed my hands onto his biceps, trying to push him away from me, but it was no use... he was just way too fucking sturdy. And he was being so aggressive. He growled as he bit onto my tongue, sucking it into his mouth as he pressed his body firmly against mine, trapping me between him and the car. I held back a moan, trying to keep my head clear instead of getting caught up in the surprising sensations.