It was normal for James to randomly riffle through your purse.

Whether it be for a piece of gum, a lighter, your phone, or anything else he thinks you have in that magic bag of yours.

The two of you were in his car, him driving to the Tower while you scrolled through Pinterest on your phone in the passenger seat, Fleetwood Mac playing on from the speaker.

You don't question it when he glances away from the road, his flesh hand leaving your thigh to reach into your purse and pull out a pack of mints, popping it open with one hand and setting the container on his thigh.

He put the mint into his mouth, closing the tin and tossing it back into your purse as he took a turn.

It only took a few minutes before he realized that there was way too much spit in his mouth.

"What the fuck?" He said, glancing over at you.

"What?" You asked, confused as you looked at him, turning your phone off.

"Why is my mouth watering?? What do you have in your purse??"

You blinked at him before slowly looking at your purse.

......you had forgotten those were there. You grabbed the pack from your bag, holding it up.

"Is this one of the ones you ate??"

"Yes?! What the fuck is it??"

"....They make you salivate."