I lift my sweater and remove it, dropping it to the ground. Next, my jeans are unbuttoned. He steps forward and has his hands on my cheek and in my hair, pulling me close. His mouth crashes into mine. Kissing and loving on me, he lifts me in his arms and walks me to the bed. I’m lying down, propped on my elbows as I watch him remove his henley. His ripped chest is on display. It’s even better than when I got to paint it and when he was wearing that damn seafoam-green towel. This time, I get to touch it however I want.
