It was Saturday morning and I had just had both of my mates for breakfast. We were cuddling in bed. I was nervous because I had my first therapy session today. Aric was tracing patterns on my back as I clung to his chest while Aric played with my hair.
“Is that a braid?” Alec asked his brother.
“Yeah, sort of, I think I’m staring to get the hang of it,” he said mischievously, his hot breath tickling my neck. I blushed remembering our bathroom encounter. I suddenly felt a little queasy. I squirmed out of Alec’s arms.
“Hey!” he protested.
“I just have to go to the bathroom,” I muttered hurrying into the bathroom and shutting the door.
“Phili,” Alec complained. “I thought we agreed to no locked doors until we have the situation under control,” he grumbled.
“Just a sec,” I shot back. I
