“Yes,” she said.
He cracked the bedroom window and walked around her comfy looking bed. After changing her sheets, he went to the tiny washing room in the hallway. He put the bedding in the washer and went back to the bedroom to check up on Bree.
She had turned the shower off. She rummaged around in the bathroom so he knew she was up and about.
He wanted to look her in the eyes. To see for himself, with her sister’s confirmation in the back of his mind, that she still loved him. Even though he was a big putz.
Bree stepped out of the bathroom with her wet, long curls cascading over her shoulders. Droplets of water hurried themselves to find their way in between Bree’s breasts.
He looked up from her cleavage pressing against the turquoise towel. Bree’s throat moved as she swallowed while he stalked closer. A curl whirled around her earring, and he took the strand in between his thumb and index finger.
Dampness clung to his fingers as he rolled the strand around. The motion had always soothed him. His gaze went to her puffy lips with their fresh coat of lip-gloss. Hmm, she smelled of coconut. The tropical fragrance made him crazy with lust for her.
But he knew he had to rail himself in. He needed to be there for her. To take care of her. Not to lust over her.
She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and it was as if a lightning bolt went straight to his dick. He sat down on the edge of her bed and took off his shoes and socks.
“What are you doing?” she said as she held still on the bathroom threshold, clutching her towel.
“I’m staying, Bree.”
He stood from the bed and unbuttoned his navy blue shirt. He pulled down his jeans and grinned at her gasp.
“Sorry, but you better get used to it. You’ve been making me hard even before I could spell erection.”
Bree’s nervous giggle transformed into a full on belly laugh, and he joined her wholeheartedly.
“This is so weird,” she said as she walked over to the bed and snuggled under the covers. Bree must not want to change her clothes in front of him as she lay down in a skimpy towel.
“What is?” he said.
“You. Me… Our baby.”
Bree shrugged as she took her bottom lip between her teeth. She spied him as he slipped under the covers from his side from the bed.
He grabbed her arse to pull her in. She yelped and placed her hands on his chest.
“I know we have a lot to talk about. And we will… but please let me stay.”
“Nowyou’re asking? You’ve already taken off your clothes, lying here in my bed!” she scolded him while holding back a laugh.
He thumbed the apple of her cheek and said in a soft voice. “I’ve fucked everything up. Twice.”
“This is so good. Keep your apologies coming,” Bree said, grinning from ear to ear.
“You’re feeling mighty better, eh?” he said and chuckled.
She missed a beat before she softly admitted, “Yes. I think I do.” Bree snuggled in close, and he rolled on his back to give her room to lay her head on his collarbone. His hand instinctively found its way to her still toned stomach. Bree took a shaky breath.
“I’ve got you, Love. And that goes for you too, Little Love,” he said as he gave the softest pat on her abdomen.
“I don’t know, Dec.”
“Oh, but you know, Bree. Deep down, you know this is right. Having you here in my arms is right. Having our baby is right.” A lone tear fell on his chest, and he pulled her even closer. “I know we need to work out a lot of stuff…”
“I’m scared, Dec. I need to take it slow. Just… see how it goes, okay?”
“What are you afraid of?”