I wrap my arms around her waist, hugging her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder as you look through the list of things for groceries. I love touching her, I can’t get enough.

“Cole you’re gonna have to get off me, I need to get the Pasta off the self.” She tells me.

I smirk, letting one hand go. “No, I don’t, I got it, honey.” I say, my lips against her neck as I grab the box effortlessly and plop it in the basket.