NadechYaya: The Second Take

18

"Hmm, butter."

I pat my chin using my finger as I scan the shelves.

"Ahh, this one." I smile as I pick my preferred stick of butter and throw it into the overflowing cart.

"Oooh, drinks! We should get some for Martin." I get a few cans, carrying them on my arms.

"Why do you have to get drinks from Martin?" Nadech sulks at me for I don't know how many times, his brows furrowing again.

"Seriously? Martin?" I give him a look, pursing my lips.

He only shrugs his shoulders, looking away.

I put the drinks inside the cart and let out an amused sigh. I walk over to him, going under the arm he had stretched out holding the cart handle. I trapped myself between him and the cart, his arms on either side of me.

I turn my head back, watching him as he looked at me. He had that intensity in his eyes, the darkness and the mystery. But beneath it was the surprise, the glint.

I raise my hand and smooths out the crease he had in between his eyebrows.

"There. Now you look even more handsome." I playfully pout. "Can we grocery shop in peace now?"

I watch him as he tries to suppress his smile, his dimples burying deeper on his cheeks. I grin.

"Yeah. But you stay here."

I chuckle, shaking my head. I hold the handles, my hands right besides his and I feel his chest against my back as he pushes the cart.

"People are staring." I say, heat climbing up my cheeks as I try to avoid eye contact with the people who took a glance at us. Some were neutral about it, some a little baffled, and then there's some who smiled and went all giddy.

"Let them." He says, his breath fanning against the skin behind my ear.

"You always get your way, don't you?" I couldn't stop the smile on my face. He only replies with a hum. He reaches up for a pack of bread and throws it in the cart.

When I turn to grab some jam, he wraps his arm around my waist, as though he was afraid I was going to go on the run. I giggle, turning to him to pout my lips but he only leans in and pecks my lips. I scramble on my feet from the surprise, releasing a breathy chuckle.

"Ai ba lo!" I slap his chest, glancing at the old couple who was smiling at us as they passed by with their cart. My cheeks heat up, a stupid smile plastering on my face. When he pulls me in closer, I automatically I shield my face in the crook of his neck.

"I couldn't keep my hands off of her too, when we were your age." The old man chuckles, patting Nadech's shoulder. Nadech returns the chuckle and nods his head, snaking his arm more around me. When I lift my head up, I glanced at the retreating couple, the man holding his wife's hand as they pushed the cart together.

"You're definition of courting is slightly going a bit overboard." I say. I bite the inside of my cheek, turning my back to him. I push the cart further, but just before he puts his hands back on the handle, his arms around me again.

"No it's not." He says, pushing the cart with me as we get in one of the aisles.

"I'd look it up, but I don't have a phone." I glance at him, raising a brow. He huffs out a breath and grins, pushing the cart further down.

"You're new phone's going to be ready by the time we get home." I roll my eyes, sighing as I remembered this morning's mishap.

I followed the savory scent of the bacon out of the bedroom, walking through the hall with my eyes half open. I rub the sleep off of my eyes, yawning as I try to clear my vision. When I got my sigh straight, my eyes immediately locked on the very shirtless Nadech who was pouring a glass of juice.