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that ran through me. I did my best to make my walk look natural. I was smoothing the fabric of the dress down over and over again, trying to make something disappear that just wouldn't.

    My nerves were going a mile a minute. I could hear the crinkle of the candy wrapper like a jet engine, and I was sure the Coke can stood out like a sore thumb. I was sweating, despite the chills.

    At the counter, I stood until the clerk realized I was there. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I didn’t want to just walk out without buying anything. My heart was on the verge of a permanent vacation, and when the guy on the other side of the magazine looked at me, I thought it would stop forever.

    “Um, do you guys have…” My mind was still blank. I couldn’t think of one thing that the 7-11 didn’t have.

    “Lipstick?” I blurted it out like I was coughing up a storm. I couldn’t have looked more suspicious if I had a gun slung over my shoulder.

    The clerk didn’t seem to notice. He sighed as he dropped the magazine to the counter. He looked around, as if looking would make them appear in some random aisle. He shook his head, his eyes barely raising past half open.

    “Okay, thanks anyway.”

    I turned for the door. I could see Eddie leaning against his motorcycle. I was right at the threshold when the clerk’s voice made me freeze.

    “Yo, hold up.”

    I almost bolted. My hand was on the door. I could have made it to Eddie before the clerk could even get around the counter. He’d have the engine fired, and we’d peel out of the parking lot before the clerk could even read the tiny license plate. Instead, I turned back to him.

    He was leaning over the counter. I didn’t turn my entire body to him, because I felt the coke can shifting inside my panties. My leg was almost numb even though it had only been against my skin for less than a minute.

    “We got lip balm stuff. You want that?” He pointed over the counter, down below. There, next to an assortment of lighters and candy bars, were small tubes of balm.

    I shook my head. “No, but thanks.” I pushed the door and felt the chilly evening air and the freedom. I walked forward, ever closer to Eddie and the bike. When I heard the door slam, I almost broke into a run.

    I didn’t dare turn back, but I knew if I did, I’d see the clerk with his head buried in the magazine again. The adrenaline surging through my veins wasn’t enough for me to realize I had done what children did all the time. It was still the biggest thrill of my life, and I was about to explode.

    Eddie had that “been there, done that” smile on his face as I moved increasingly quickly toward him. When I reached him, I threw my arms around him and planted a hard kiss on his lips. I had to break the kiss because he was laughing.

    I pushed away from him. “What’s so funny?”

    “Well, darlin’, one of your tits is square and crumpled and your ice cold dick is pressing against my leg.” He leaned over, laughing as he put his hands on his knees. I slapped him on the back, but it only brought more laughter.

    “Very funny,” I said, rolling my eyes.

    After checking to see that the clerk didn’t care and wasn’t watching, I reached into my bra and dug out the peanut butter cups. Eddie’s laughter faded away at the sight of me reaching into my cleavage. I tossed it to him. Eddie caught it with one hand and set it on the seat of the bike.

    Eddie looked back at me as I stood there my legs apart to try and save myself from some of the cold. “Well? I’m dying of thirst, here.”

    I looked back to the store again. I was fine reaching into my bra, but I wasn’t about to hike my dress up.

    I walked around to the other side of the motorcycle where I had at least a little bit of cover. I bent down at the knees, keeping myself hidden behind the sleek machine. Eddie watched. I knew he would, and I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked it. I wanted him to know I had done it, and I wanted his