The next morning, after Eric and I had showered and had breakfast, we went out to the backyard. I watched as he crouched beside the zinnias we’d planted yesterday. His T-shirt rode up just enough for me to see the small of his back and waistband of his underwear beneath his cargo shorts. My c**k stirred and pressed against the fly of my pants.
“Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder.
“They look great, don’t they?” he asked, rising to his feet.
“Yeah, they’re beautiful,” I said, looking over the colorful rows of blooming flowers. He smiled, and I pulled him into my arms for a kiss. “And so are you,” I told him.
We kissed again, and I heard a giggle. Eric and I both turned toward the source of the laughter and realized it was coming from Gary’s backyard. Gary’s youngest daughter Holly had b
