Madison Frost
Titus and I were at a beach store beside the waterpark. I had to find something appropriate for my job title, and I was here for Titus and not on a date. The warriors were already inside the park, securing the area and hiding in plain sight. I could easily spot them, but it made me feel better knowing there were more eyes on Titus.
“Is this store for babies?” he asked as I looked through a rack of swimsuits.
“Why would you ask that? I’m sure there is something in here for babies.”
He shrugged. “All of this stuff is so tiny. It doesn’t cover anything,” he announced, and the sales clerk giggled. I pressed my lips together. He wasn’t wrong. There was a tiny bikini in every color, but nothing for someone who wanted to be covered and comfortable.
The saleswoman approached
