Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 102683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
He’s been jogging—has a pick-up game today with a bunch of his old mates from boarding school, and he’s always conditioning. They will be playing rugby in the park, the same one he does his runs around.
That’s Hyde Park, if you were wondering, and I still pinch myself that I live so close by.
He smooches me on the mouth, and I taste a bit of sweat.
“I’m going to shower, and then I want…”
He’s in the mood.
I can see it in his eyes, but then again—when isn’t he?
“Why wait until you shower?”
“Babe, I’m gross.”
“So?”
He pulls at my hands until I’m standing, and I laugh when he begins tugging at the hem of my old, ratty track t-shirt from high school.
Gently pulls me until we’re in the hall and in the bathroom, leaning to start the water in the shower with its see-through glass walls and white tile.
I tug at his running shorts.
He pushes down my pants.
I lift his tank top.
He grapples with my thong.
Our mouths meet and we kiss as if it’s the first time—every time. I get a shiver up my spine the second his lips touch mine.
Still have dreams about him.
And my heart still races when he says my name, or when I see his name on my phone. Or…or…
“I missed you,” he moans when my hand circles his shaft.
“You’ve only been gone an hour.” And we had sex before he left. “What time is your game today?”
“Noon.”
That’s in an hour.
“Wouldn’t you know it? We have plenty of time.”
The End