Ami
I watched him and he watch me right back , not straight on like I was doing with him but out of corner of his eye as he went about making coffee.
Coffee which we both needed thanks to my darling daughter and her inability to sleep in after five am.
“What is it Ami?” He broke down first, turning to face me and crossing his arms over his naked chest. My eyes raked over him. The wide shoulders, the sculpted chest tapering down to the narrow waist. And the gorgeous little happy trail that made me lick my lips.
“What do you mean?” I tried for innocent and failed.
“Your staring at me.” His eyes , back to brown stared me down. But I knew I hadn’t imagined them changing last night.
I hadn’t imagined any of it.
“Am I not allowed to look?” I stood slowly, working my way over to him in
