I want more of her touch. More of her soft noises. More of her, smelling like vanilla, skin like velvet. Just like how it was with Sara. That thought makes my jaw tighten as I finish buttoning my shirt. Bex has commandeered my bathroom, so I’m in the bedroom to get ready for dinner. For half a second after she shut the door, it felt domestic, like we’re truly a couple and this is something we do every week, but fortunately that feeling has passed.
