“Good?” I ask, my tongue almost sore from that workout.
He moves to stand up straight and I just cling to his back, my arms wrapped tightly around him.
He lifts one of my hands and for just a moment I think he’s going to remove it from him, but he just lifts it to his mouth and kisses it.
“That was amazing. Thank you.”
Oh wow, this guy, saying thank you. I’ve never been thanked for tonguing someone’s ass in my entire life. Not that I do it often, but goddamn this guy is setting the bar too high; now I’ll have expectations. This is bad. It’s always better to just have super low standards, then you’re never disappointed.
“We should shut off the water,” he says and then turns to look at me. “If we keep it running, they’re going to think there’s a leak. They might come looking.”
His eyes meet mine and he looks almost sheepish. I like that look on him. He’s always so confident and self-assured, but I like him blushing and vulnerable.
“No need to be embarrassed, August. Your ass was delicious. I’d do that again any day. You don’t even have to ask. Just drop trou and point.”
He huffs out a small laugh and reaches to turn off the water. “Okay, but I can’t believe you like doing that.”
I groan, tugging him out of the shower, and handing him a towel.
“Why the hell wouldn’t I?”
“It’s an ass.”
“It’s your ass,” I correct him. “But don’t worry, I’ll brush my teeth, even gargle for you. Because I plan on kissing you the rest of the night.”
August wets his lips almost as if in preparation and I roll my neck.
God, this man is so fucking perfect.
I’m never coming back down from this one.
Don’t much want to.
* * *
It’s happening.
August woke up this morning looking like he was on a mission. He packed up our clothes and then kissed me deeply before moving to the kitchen where his mom was sweeping up.
We’re supposed to be leaving in about fifteen minutes. He put this off until the very last minute, but I get it. It’s scary.
I told him I’d be with him when he told her, but he just shook his head and said he wanted to do it alone.
I’m not sure why he didn’t want me there, but I’m there in spirit.
No, not really. I’m actually hiding in the hallway, eavesdropping on them.
“Mom, I have something I need to tell you,” I hear him say. “It’s about Emery and I….”
I know it’s wrong to snoop, but I have to hear this. No one has ever put themselves out there for me. I didn’t think he would actually do this. I mean, I’d hoped.
I always hold onto hope, even when I shouldn’t.
I peek around the corner and see Lisa reach out and squeeze her son’s hand.
“Can I interrupt, for just a second?” When August nods, Lisa smiles widely. “I’m so happy you two are getting along so well. I just want you to know that. I always felt bad you never had siblings and after your dad….” Her voice trails off and she swallows. “But now I feel like, maybe I managed to give you a brother, despite it all.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.