Didn't she tell you how poor you are in bed?

Groaning, I turned to face him, folding my arms with my eyebrows raised as I watched him approach. He didn't look to be in a hurry. With a swagger to his step and his hands in the pockets of the black jeans he was putting on, he looked as if he had all the time in the world. There was a lazy grin on his face, and a little glint in his eyes, one that reminded me so much of Willow. That was exactly the look she always had each time she wanted to do something she perceived I wouldn't appreciate.

“I knew it was you when I saw you from outside,” he said, more to himself than me. “There's no way I will ever mistake your hair. I —”

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, shaking my thoughts off the lane it was going towards because it was dangerous.

“What?” He tilted his head a little to the right, with a smug on his face. “Last I checked, this is a supermarket, Nova, not a private property. I have as much right as you do to be here.”

He was right, and I had no response to that, which wa