Finding Mayhem

by Layla Frost

I’d go shopping for my woman. “Someone will be by with a dress in a couple hours.” “Ward—” “Text me your shoe size, too.” “You’re insane.” “They’ll leave it on the porch so you don’t have to talk to them. You won’t even have to see ’em.” Proving she knew me, she muttered, “You just want the easy access.” “Baby, if you think wearing pants would stop me, you’re wrong. You can be in a damn suit of armor, and I’ll still find a way to take what’s mine.” “Once again, you’re insane.” That time when she said it, her voice was softer. Breathier.