June’s POV
When Hank went out the door, I opened the door to the trap cellar and went down; grabbing the last of my cured bacon and eggs, bread and a few potatoes. Breakfast for supper sounded good, making my stomach growl. When I came back up and closed the lid, I risked a peak outside the window.
My breath caught in my throat as I saw Hank walk naked like he had promised from the porch. His skin was a honey tan, making him look like he had been kissed by the sun, his hair slightly disheveled. I noticed a crossing of scars across his back, making a twinge of sympathy go through me as I took them in. When he turned slowly to the house though, my breath hitched as I got a good look at his maypole dangling between his legs. The length of it was impressive, making me gulp at the sight. It s
