Frida's breath hitched as she walked toward the aisle, curiosity gnawing at her.
Her steps were slow and deliberate, the dim lighting of the drugstore suddenly feeling overly intimate, like it was spotlighting her every move.
She reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing the edge of the fancy box, and tilted it toward her to read the label.
The words flashed in her mind before she could fully process them.
Her gasp escaped before she could stop it, loud in the quiet aisle, like she'd been scalded by fire.
Her hands trembled, and she dropped the box immediately as though it had burned her fingertips.
Why her?
She bit her lip, crouching down quickly to pick it up, wishing she could vanish into thin air. Her cheeks felt impossibly hot as she turned the box over in her hands again.
It was a vibrator.
The revelation made her flush even deeper. She could feel the heat crawling up her neck as she stood there frozen, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
