He had just finished a late shift, swinging by the only grocery store open twenty-four hours to pick up some things so he could fully relax with his only day off tomorrow. Six days a week lately, his hands always coarse with the evidence of hard work.
He pushed his cart down the boxed meals aisle, the only thing he had time for anymore. A woman walked from the other end with a hand basket hanging from one arm. Curls of fire danced around her face, and his eyes immediately shifted down to where her baggy sweatpants met her hips. As loose as they were, they couldn’t hide her curves. Then his eyes moved upward, her hard nipples peeking through her skin tight camisole. Her tits looked *so damn soft*. They just looked like they were aching to be mushed between his fingers, and he thought briefly of the way the flesh might look dimpling beneath the pressure of his fingertips.