"What about this?" Dustin held up a container of chocolate hummus, showing it to you.
"Yeah, okay," you agreed, letting him throw it in the cart. You continued to push the cart through the store, grabbing what you need for the house. Dustin had only tossed in a few things that derived from the list, surprisingly. The man acted like a child on steroids on certain days, so you were thankful for his behavior today. Sad boi, but energetic.
"What else do we need?" He took your hand gently, holding it in his.
"Do you want my list?" You questioned, squeezing his hand lightly and giving him a smile. He shook his head, leaning into you as you continued to push the cart, instructing him on what to get. Eventually, you got into the cooler aisles, Dustin taking his hand from yours. He slowly slid his hand into your back pocket, cuddling in close to you.
"It's cold!" He whined, wrapping his free arm around your body to warm himself. You giggle, hurrying through the aisle. After you walk out of the aisle, he kept his hand in your back pocket.
"Dustie, you can take your hand out of my pocket," you tell him gently. He shook his head.
"Nah. You have a hot ass. I like my hand being warm." He winked down at you, causing you to laugh and lightly hit his firm chest.
"Yeah, alright, Bates."
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Domestic Bliss (Dustin Bates)
FanfictionPretty much just little blurps of being in a relationship with Dustin Bates. Fluff. A little bit of bad stuff. I blame Taylor for 98% of this book. Enjoy, my little hoes.
