I can't believe I'm doing this.
Can't believe we're doing this.
I change my bed sheets with shaking hands, my heart thumping so loud I bet Tessa can hear it all the way from the bathroom. Every now and then, I hear the gentle slosh of water. The click of a shampoo bottle cap.
She's here. Inside my house.
In my goddamn bathtub. Wet and soft and naked.
Fuck. No, I can't let my mind go there. Not when Tessa could get out any second, could pad down the hallway into the bedroom with nothing but trust in her eyes. If she saw the hunger gripping me, if she saw my c**k swollen behind my fly, she'd never trust me again. She'd run screaming out into the street.
And I don't know exactly what's happening between us tonight, don't fully understand it—all I know is, it's sweet relief to my soul. L
