Josh to try to convince me to go inside, but when we were awake at the same time, we merely talked. Of course, we made out a couple of times as well. At one point I was sure we’d give our neighbors a free show should they have peeked out their windows, but one of us always became the voice of reason, pulling back before things got too hot and heavy.
My eyes were gritty when I opened them all the way for the last time. I’d started to perspire, and that was almost as good an alarm clock as anything. The sun rose over the horizon, lighting the roofs around us. Ceramic tiles glistened as the sun’s rays reflected off dew formed during the night.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” His voice was gentle.
I blinked away the grit. Despite my fatigue, I realized he was right. I had to work my voice box a few times to clear the sleep. “Mmm…it is.”
“Let’s make a date. Next Sunday morning, you and me out here. Watching the sunrise again.”
“You’re a romantic, Joshua Smith.” I cuddled up next to him. “But I like it.”
Chapter Eight
By Saturday, we’d developed a comfortable routine. The roses he left for me every evening were in bloom, now sitting in two separate crystal vases. Josh made progress on his dissertation and kept his parents’ house in order, mowing the lawn and bringing in the mail. I went to work every day, content with my life for the first time in a long time. I looked forward to having an entire day to be with him now that the week was over, instead of having to rely on skimpy evening hours when I came home tired from the day.
I can’t say at what point it became a mutual understanding that he spent the nights with me. It just happened. Today the doorbell shattered our peace before we’d risen.
“I’ll be back soon,” I said to Josh. My handy satin robe was nearby, and I slipped it on to cover my nudity. He was similarly nude beneath the sheets, and I was very tempted to ignore our unwelcome visitor to explore him further. Like clockwork, he’d greeted me with an early morning erection.
He stretched but then rolled off the edge. “Shower,” he replied as he made his way into the bathroom.
I paused long enough to watch the sway of his glorious ass before remembering the person at the door and venturing downstairs. When I opened the door, I blinked in surprise.
“Lou?” I stepped back without thinking. “Is everything okay?”
He mistook my action as an invitation and stepped through the doorway. “Morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”
It was a little after nine, and normally I would have been up already. Between the late nights with Josh and the occasional bout of insomnia, sleeping in this morning had been a luxury.
Clutching my robe, I went ahead and made room for him to come farther inside. The room seemed to grow warmer by his presence. He smelled good this morning, the familiar scent of his cologne filling the air. Since I could count the number of times Lou had been inside my home since Patrick died on a single hand, I was surprised by how comforted I was by his presence. “What brings you over?”
“Kitchen still through here?” He smiled while he kept walking.
I frowned as I followed him deeper inside my home. Josh had heard the doorbell, and his early morning routine of a long, steamy shower kept him upstairs for now. I didn’t want these two men in the same room together for some reason I couldn’t explain. I just knew my life at home needed to remain separate from the one at work.
Lou studied the décor of my kitchen, that pleasant smile still on his face. I did a quick visual inspection with him, thankful there were no reminders about Josh’s presence anywhere to be found.
“Lou—”
“Got any coffee?”
That did it. Barely keeping a rein on my growing irritation, I faced him head-on. “Lou, it’s early on a weekend. I wasn’t expecting you. Not to be rude, but what’s going on?”
He leveled those pretty blue eyes at me. “I want to
My eyes were gritty when I opened them all the way for the last time. I’d started to perspire, and that was almost as good an alarm clock as anything. The sun rose over the horizon, lighting the roofs around us. Ceramic tiles glistened as the sun’s rays reflected off dew formed during the night.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” His voice was gentle.
I blinked away the grit. Despite my fatigue, I realized he was right. I had to work my voice box a few times to clear the sleep. “Mmm…it is.”
“Let’s make a date. Next Sunday morning, you and me out here. Watching the sunrise again.”
“You’re a romantic, Joshua Smith.” I cuddled up next to him. “But I like it.”
Chapter Eight
By Saturday, we’d developed a comfortable routine. The roses he left for me every evening were in bloom, now sitting in two separate crystal vases. Josh made progress on his dissertation and kept his parents’ house in order, mowing the lawn and bringing in the mail. I went to work every day, content with my life for the first time in a long time. I looked forward to having an entire day to be with him now that the week was over, instead of having to rely on skimpy evening hours when I came home tired from the day.
I can’t say at what point it became a mutual understanding that he spent the nights with me. It just happened. Today the doorbell shattered our peace before we’d risen.
“I’ll be back soon,” I said to Josh. My handy satin robe was nearby, and I slipped it on to cover my nudity. He was similarly nude beneath the sheets, and I was very tempted to ignore our unwelcome visitor to explore him further. Like clockwork, he’d greeted me with an early morning erection.
He stretched but then rolled off the edge. “Shower,” he replied as he made his way into the bathroom.
I paused long enough to watch the sway of his glorious ass before remembering the person at the door and venturing downstairs. When I opened the door, I blinked in surprise.
“Lou?” I stepped back without thinking. “Is everything okay?”
He mistook my action as an invitation and stepped through the doorway. “Morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”
It was a little after nine, and normally I would have been up already. Between the late nights with Josh and the occasional bout of insomnia, sleeping in this morning had been a luxury.
Clutching my robe, I went ahead and made room for him to come farther inside. The room seemed to grow warmer by his presence. He smelled good this morning, the familiar scent of his cologne filling the air. Since I could count the number of times Lou had been inside my home since Patrick died on a single hand, I was surprised by how comforted I was by his presence. “What brings you over?”
“Kitchen still through here?” He smiled while he kept walking.
I frowned as I followed him deeper inside my home. Josh had heard the doorbell, and his early morning routine of a long, steamy shower kept him upstairs for now. I didn’t want these two men in the same room together for some reason I couldn’t explain. I just knew my life at home needed to remain separate from the one at work.
Lou studied the décor of my kitchen, that pleasant smile still on his face. I did a quick visual inspection with him, thankful there were no reminders about Josh’s presence anywhere to be found.
“Lou—”
“Got any coffee?”
That did it. Barely keeping a rein on my growing irritation, I faced him head-on. “Lou, it’s early on a weekend. I wasn’t expecting you. Not to be rude, but what’s going on?”
He leveled those pretty blue eyes at me. “I want to
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