Road head doesn't get you ahead.

You hold off well enough until he parks in front of a shop called Crystal’s Crystals. There’s also the eye in the hand thing there, and it’s hard to suppress an eye roll. While they’re probably fake, it seems a lot sillier to dismiss it out of hand now than it did yesterday.

“Why here?” you question as the two of you approach the door.

“Girl here’s our age-ish,” he explains. “I just guess, the younger they are, the more sincere? I mean, unless they’re a kid, but she’s, like, twenty. I don’t know. It’s probably bad logic.”

“Probably,” you agree, “but I don’t have a better idea.”

Speaking of pot, the crystal/palm reader shop smells notably skunky. Not overwhelming, but more than you’d like. It’s less “sculptures of dragons,” here than just “big rocks,” but they ARE pretty. You touch some curiously, lingering on a big, pink one.

“You like it?” Alex asks quietly. You scoop your arm behind yourself and sling it around his neck, then smile when his arms cross your waist.

“Trying to buy your way into my heart?”

“Maybe just your ass again.” You smirk and slap him very gently with your other hand, then lean back and kiss him. You can feel him getting hard up against your butt, and you consider going to the register or slipping aside again. Are you always going to be so fucking horny now?