Steam curled away from the water. Ethan took a long, cleansing breath, stripped off his pajamas, and sank into the tub. Thankfully, Peter had learned a thing or two over the course of their marriage and left the harsh overhead light turned off, allowing Ethan the opportunity to savor a bit of well-earned darkness. He tipped his head against the porcelain and closed his eyes, paying mind to the ache in his core, radiating low in his back and deep in his hips. Remnants of last night bruised him, inside and out, and served as a reminder that he wasn’t nineteen anymore. Marathon sex wasn’t
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