8
Wes
Fuck.
I remembered how beautiful Marianne was.
That wasn’t something any man could forget.
No matter how hard he tried.
Ask me how I know…
What I’d forgotten, though, was how much fun she was to be around.
How much she made me laugh.
How goddamn hilarious she was.
How good it felt to be around her.
“The kids are leaving,” she said into my ear as I led her around the dance floor.
“Good,” I replied, pulling her closer.
I felt her body shake, and I looked down into her face.
Her exquisitely beautiful face.
The face I’d fallen in love with all those years ago.
And never fallen out of.
“This is supposed to be family time,” she said with a giggle.
A giggle that went straight to my cock.
Just like it had decades ago.
I moved in, and kissed her cheek. When I leaned back, she had a dreamy look on her face. “Fuck family time.”
That only made her laugh harder. “You’re as awful as ever.”
“And you,” I said with a sigh as I angled in and touched my lips to her neck.
Fuck she smelled fantastic.
All cherry blossoms and rose hips on a warm, summer’s day, “are just as wonderful as ever.”
I watched as goose bumps formed on her soft, fragrant skin.
She shivered, and said, “Wes.”
Instead of shoving me away like I thought she might—one hand traveled to the back of my head, while her arms wrapped around the top of my shoulders.
Holding me.
Keeping me exactly where I was.