Two Years Later
“Any threes?”
“Go Fish.” Oliver sighs and reaches to the pile of cards in between us. He straightens up and gives me a smile.
“How about twos?”
Oliver laughs and hands me the card he just grabbed. “Are you sure you don’t have x-ray vision? That’s the third time you’ve done that.”
I grin. “Just luck. Well, and skill. I’ve been around longer than you. I’ve played a few hands of Go Fish.” I lay down the cards, and we finish the game in silence. “Well, looks like I win again. And I choose…your shirt.”
He shakes his head, then pulls his shirt up and over his head. He tosses it in the pile with his pants, socks, and shoes. At the sight of his body in the soft light, laying on his side in his underwear, I can’t help but feel my erection start.
“I love this look on you.”
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