When the tears are dry and he sniffles an
apology, I wipe his cheeks with my shirt sleeve and tell him it’s
okay. “Come on,” I say, motioning at the tub overflowing with suds.
“The water’s getting cold.”
That makes him laugh. “I seriously doubt
that.” But he’s grinning, that’s what I hoped for, and
before I can turn away, he unzips his jeans and pushes them down. I
look at his feet so I won’t stare at his long legs, his lean
thighs, the bulge in the front of his underwear, and when those
briefs hit the ground, I close my eyes. I hear a faint splash, then
Luke draws in a sharp breath as he sinks into the tub. This late in
the day, the water from the hose must be pretty hot. When he’s
settled, Luke says, “You can look now.”
I laugh as I open my eyes, a quick comment on
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