Lola - On Sunday, the 25th
In the morning, I sleepily head for the shower alone. The hot water hits my skin, waking my mind. I soak my hair, remembering last night’s sexcapade, and get gloomy again. My stomach drops to the floor, worrying about being pregnant. I hold back my anxiety, hearing the door open.
“Morning,” Nathan says, entering the tub.
“Sorry if I woke you,” I stammer to keep him from reading my mind.
“I like waking up to you like this,” he says in my ear seductively.
Nathan massages my shoulders and kisses me under the water. He then takes my soapy loofa and slowly washes my body. To my surprise, he keeps his bits to himself, only occasionally moaning.
I know, in his way, he is trying to apologize, but I also know he’s hoping for morning lovemaking. Given how our more re
