But the truth was, Aaron was…restful. Unlike most men his age, he didn’t seem to have a need to fill the silence with useless blather to try and impress her with how witty he was. He was content to talk to her, or not, depending on whether their paths brought them in proximity. But he didn’t force the conversation on her.
Which left her free to admire his tall young body. She felt a moment’s pang of guilt, ashamed that she was admiring someone who wasn’t her husband, but she quashed it ruthlessly. The only satisfaction she had been getting lately was with her fingers or her vibrator. Looking never hurt anybody. Not Tom, and certainly not her.
And Aaron was definitely worth a look. Or two. Or more. Especially later in the afternoon, when he stripped off his sweaty t-shirt and went bare-ch
