Nick's body remained immovable, yet he used one hand to press against Khloe's arm, pulling her close while simultaneously turning them both around.
"Nick..."
"Just an ex seeing the present, huh? Am I not good enough, or are you still hung up on him?"
Nick's voice was calm, but the teasing undertone betrayed him. Every time Khloe encountered Trey, though she never gave him a kind glance, Nick still felt a pang of jealousy. In other words, as long as Trey existed and still coveted Khloe, Nick would feel uneasy.
"Of course not... I just... find him annoying." Khloe ground out the words through clenched teeth.
Her instinct was to avoid Trey; seeing him brought back painful memories, triggering a visceral nausea and repulsion. Now, his incessant attention only made her feel embarrassed.
But pressed against Nick, her rational mind returned, suppressing her instinctive urge to recoil. The one at fault was Trey, not her. And more importantly, she couldn't let Nick misunderstand.
"Do you know how to wound someone right in the heart?" Nick whispered in her ear, warm breath brushing the curve of her ear before he lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers.
"Khloe!"
Trey's eyes flared with rage. His legs, heavy as lead, finally moved forward, desperate to draw her attention back, to grab her arm.
But Nick gave him no chance. With a single hand, he pushed the shopping cart sideways. The heavy cart slammed into Trey's shin, forcing him to bend over from the pain. Yet, to preserve what little dignity he had, Trey gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his brow, and didn't utter a sound.
Nick then cradled Khloe like a treasure, his body creating a barrier between her and everyone else.
"Wifey, there's nothing good on that side. Let's go over here."


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