“It looks like Mum has been busy. To be fair, I haven’t been home in quite a few years. It’s not like I expected her to keep it a shrine to me or anything. But part of me mourns the loss of that piece of nostalgia I was hoping to walk back into.”
“Well, it’s still nice.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay with this? Us sharing a bed. Sharing a room.”
“We’re grown adults, Taylor. Nothing will happen we don’t want. It’s not like you can ruin me or anything. We’re already married.”
“I will endeavor to keep my hands to myself.” I held up my hands in a gesture of innocence.
“And I will attempt to keep myself from seducing you with my feminine wiles.”
How did I tell her that just being around her seduced me? The answer? I didn’t. It wouldn’t make anything easier.
As if proving my point, she sat on the bed, bouncing a couple of times, her tits doing amazing things in that T-shirt and making my cock thicken behind my fly. This was going to be an uncomfortable two weeks.
“The bathroom’s attached, so if you want to freshen up or anything, feel free. You don’t have to worry about sharing with anyone.”
“Except for you.”
“Except for me, but I won’t take up too much time.”
“Does this mean I get to listen to your shower karaoke every morning? Because let me tell you, that is a special treat.”
“What? I always made sure you were out in the bakery.”
“Well, I don’t know if you know this, but the window to the bathroom is over the garage.”
“So you could hear me?”
“Every single off-key note.”
“Did it make you think about me? Naked, soapy, and wet?”
I expected her to laugh and look away. Instead she bit her lower lip and cast her gaze right on my package.
“It might have crossed my mind a time or two.”
“Oh, really? That is interesting indeed.”
“Stop it. Like you never pictured me naked.”
“Oh, I have.” I closed my eyes. “I’m doing it right now. I wonder, do the curtains match the drapes?”
Something soft hit me right in the face. A throw pillow.
“Those are meant to be decorative. Just because they’re called throw pillows doesn’t mean you actually throw them.”
“Really? It seems like they work just fine for me.”
I close my eyes again. “Oh, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you. I was too busy picturing you naked.”
“Taylor, stop it.” She laughed.
I opened my eyes to find her standing in front of me. Gaze banked with something that curiously resembled hunger.
“Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to see the real thing and figure out if your imagination is as good as your creative skills in the bakery.”
“How do you know I haven’t already seen you naked?”