mine, and he weaves our fingers together, squeezing firmly, as he comes down to earth.
While I’m still lying on my side, Tyler lies down behind me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
He nuzzles against my cheek. “Fucking whiskey.”
I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I love whiskey.” Smiling just as Tyler is, I relax into him.
pronunciation dih-nood
(v.) to strip or make bare
Tyler
I ’m not disappointed. Truly is as good as I hoped—inside and out.
We lie naked in my bed and rest for a little while before she mentions that she hasn’t yet gotten the dinner I promised.
While she showers, I throw some burgers on the grill and bring her bags in. It’s near midnight, and I’m just waiting for Truly to join me now, so we can eat. A million things are going through my mind. One is, we didn’t use protection—not that we ever have. I’m only hoping we’re on the same terms as we’ve always been. I’m certain she’s on birth control, or she would have stopped me before the damage was done. I’ll address the issue before she leaves. Right now though, I’m going to enjoy the last few hours that I have with her.
Truly appears from my guest room, wearing black yoga pants and a white tank top. Even with her hair piled on top of her head and no makeup, she’s beautiful.
“Hey, gorgeous!”
“Mmm…the food smells amazing. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I pat the chair next to mine. “Have a seat.”
For having so many thoughts going through my mind, I can’t seem to put one of them into words, so we eat in silence.
“Tyler, this is so good.” She’s eaten half of her burger and pushes her plate away. “But I can’t eat another bite.” Placing her hand over her stomach, she pulls her legs to her chest and lays her head back on the chair. “You have a very nice home.”
“Thank you,”I reply.
She lifts her head and looks at me. “Is this your ex-wife’s work?” She waves her hand across the dining room to the living room.
“I’ve been divorced for fifteen years, so no. This isn’t even the house we shared.”
“Oh. I’m sorry for being nosy.”She crinkles her cute little nose.
“I’m impressed you even remember.”
We discussed this years ago. She’s making it a point to keep her distance—maybe not physically, but emotionally.
“If you’re interested, it was my little sister, Eden, who decorated my house. She cares more about that kind of shit than I do. As long as I have a fridge and a bed, I’m all good.”
“Speaking of a bed…”
She stands and takes both our plates into the kitchen while I wait for the rest of that sentence. I’m hoping the second half goes something along the lines of, Let’s get naked and go back to yours .
She stands with her back against the frame of the large opening between the dining room and kitchen. Rather than giving me her full attention, she’s looking out the back sliding doors. “Your friend at the bar implied that you have quite an active sex life…and we—”
I interrupt, “She doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about, Tru. She’s only pissed that she’s not been in my bed.”
“That’s not really where I was going with it, but I’m pleased to hear that actually.”
She raises her eyebrows. I know what she’s thinking. Katie’s not exactly the classiest chick in town.
“Anyway, we didn’t use protection, Tyler.” Her words are clipped, and her tone is serious. She finally looks me in the eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good. I assume you are as well.”I stand from my seat and walk to her.
She answers quickly, “I wouldn’t have let it go that far if I weren’t. And I was expecting the same from you.”
Once I reach her, I place my hands on her hips and press myself against her. “So, we’re all good. Nothing to worry about—except for time.”
“Time?” She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder.
“Not enough of it.”
I feel her smile
While I’m still lying on my side, Tyler lies down behind me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
He nuzzles against my cheek. “Fucking whiskey.”
I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I love whiskey.” Smiling just as Tyler is, I relax into him.
pronunciation dih-nood
(v.) to strip or make bare
Tyler
I ’m not disappointed. Truly is as good as I hoped—inside and out.
We lie naked in my bed and rest for a little while before she mentions that she hasn’t yet gotten the dinner I promised.
While she showers, I throw some burgers on the grill and bring her bags in. It’s near midnight, and I’m just waiting for Truly to join me now, so we can eat. A million things are going through my mind. One is, we didn’t use protection—not that we ever have. I’m only hoping we’re on the same terms as we’ve always been. I’m certain she’s on birth control, or she would have stopped me before the damage was done. I’ll address the issue before she leaves. Right now though, I’m going to enjoy the last few hours that I have with her.
Truly appears from my guest room, wearing black yoga pants and a white tank top. Even with her hair piled on top of her head and no makeup, she’s beautiful.
“Hey, gorgeous!”
“Mmm…the food smells amazing. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I pat the chair next to mine. “Have a seat.”
For having so many thoughts going through my mind, I can’t seem to put one of them into words, so we eat in silence.
“Tyler, this is so good.” She’s eaten half of her burger and pushes her plate away. “But I can’t eat another bite.” Placing her hand over her stomach, she pulls her legs to her chest and lays her head back on the chair. “You have a very nice home.”
“Thank you,”I reply.
She lifts her head and looks at me. “Is this your ex-wife’s work?” She waves her hand across the dining room to the living room.
“I’ve been divorced for fifteen years, so no. This isn’t even the house we shared.”
“Oh. I’m sorry for being nosy.”She crinkles her cute little nose.
“I’m impressed you even remember.”
We discussed this years ago. She’s making it a point to keep her distance—maybe not physically, but emotionally.
“If you’re interested, it was my little sister, Eden, who decorated my house. She cares more about that kind of shit than I do. As long as I have a fridge and a bed, I’m all good.”
“Speaking of a bed…”
She stands and takes both our plates into the kitchen while I wait for the rest of that sentence. I’m hoping the second half goes something along the lines of, Let’s get naked and go back to yours .
She stands with her back against the frame of the large opening between the dining room and kitchen. Rather than giving me her full attention, she’s looking out the back sliding doors. “Your friend at the bar implied that you have quite an active sex life…and we—”
I interrupt, “She doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about, Tru. She’s only pissed that she’s not been in my bed.”
“That’s not really where I was going with it, but I’m pleased to hear that actually.”
She raises her eyebrows. I know what she’s thinking. Katie’s not exactly the classiest chick in town.
“Anyway, we didn’t use protection, Tyler.” Her words are clipped, and her tone is serious. She finally looks me in the eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good. I assume you are as well.”I stand from my seat and walk to her.
She answers quickly, “I wouldn’t have let it go that far if I weren’t. And I was expecting the same from you.”
Once I reach her, I place my hands on her hips and press myself against her. “So, we’re all good. Nothing to worry about—except for time.”
“Time?” She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder.
“Not enough of it.”
I feel her smile
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