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Fuck knows.

When I’m done, I look back at the phone.

It hasn’t lit up again.

I’ve been checking.

Finishing the last bit of my bottle of wine, I strip off my clothes and contemplate my life choices as I turn on the shower.

Because, hello, alcohol.

And hello, two marriages, both of which didn’t work out.

Fuck, I’m not even thirty.

Is this the way I saw my life going?No.

Not at all.

So how did it end up this way?

The water is boiling when I step under the stream. I prefer it like that. My face is tipped up toward the water when I hear him.

I think I’m dreaming.

I mean, I have to be, right?

This can’t be happening.

Maybe I answered my phone without knowing.

No, I’m not that drunk.

I’m somewhere in between tipsy and drunk.

“Are you ignoring me?” His voice is close.

When I turn around, Joey is on the other side of the shower door, looking so fucking good, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing a few tattoos scattered on his arms. I have to stop myself from gaping at the sight of him.

“I’m pretending you aren’t there,” I tell him.

He casually leans against the wall directly across from the shower and stares at me. I look away and continue to wash.

“You avoided my text.”

“You asked to have me for dessert.”

“And? If I remember correctly, you like it when I’m between your legs.”

Oh my God.

“You’re blushing.”

“It’s the hot water,” I reply, glancing back at him. “Stop looking at my ass.”

He lifts his eyes to mine and smirks. “But it’smyass. Shouldn’t I be allowed to look at what’s mine?”

I scoff at his words. “Yours?” I question and turn the water off. He grabs a towel and holds it out for me when I push the door open. “I think you are mistaken. Last time I checked, my ass is mine.”


Tags: T.L. Smith Erotic