Our Way

by T.L. Swan

I walk into the bedroom to see Nathan reading in bed. His hair is messy like he’s just been fucked. His arm is above his head, exposing his sculptured biceps. My eyes drop down lower, and I can count the ripples on his stomach. My own stomach flips. He looks like a Greek God or something. Damn it, does he have to be so fucking sexy? “Will you wear some clothes around here?” I huff as I turn my side of the blankets back. “What?” He frowns, but his eyes don’t leave the page. “You’re half naked all the time.” I get into bed, annoyed. It’s like he’s purposely baiting me. I mean, I am only human; any red-blooded woman would be salivating if she was constantly exposed to this torture. I get a vision of him naked from earlier and his beautiful body. For fuck’s sake. I roll over so that my back is to him with a huff. “What’s up your ass?” he mutters. “Nothing.” “My nudity is annoying you?” “Yes.” I splutter. “It is, actually.” “Why?” “Well, how would you like it if I waved my body around in front of you all the time?” “You do.” “I do not.” “You’re wearing panties and a camisole right now. I see your body wherever I look, so don’t play Mother Theresa