Page 14 of Tell Me No

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I flip on the shower and wait a second for it to warm up. Once the steam is rising above my head, I step inside and wash quickly. I scrub every inch of my body, almost sad I’m washing away his scent, then detangle my hair the best I can under the stream.

Turning off the water, I step out and snag the fluffy towel hanging on the hook. I run it over my skin and let it absorb as much water as possible before moving to the sink. I pull my long hair up into a bun and knot it around itself, then take a swig of the mouthwash on the sink.

Once I’m as decent as I can get, I slip his shirt on and button it, then move back to the bedroom. Stepping back inside, I see Anthony sitting up with his back pressed against the headboard. “Good morning.”

I flash him a smile and lean against the door jamb. “Morning.”

“I take it we’re skipping work today?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

I flash my eyes to the clock on his nightstand. “I’m already two hours late so why not.”

He nods and throws the blankets off him. “Good. I’ll make some coffee.” Standing from the bed he walks toward his dresser nestled by the bathroom door.

My grandma always told me it was rude to stare, but I can’t help it. His dick is hanging low and gloriously between his legs, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off it. The soreness all over my lower half snaps me out of it though. As good as last night was, I need a day or two to recover.

Moving my eyes back to Tony, I see him staring at me with a smile. “Enjoying the show?”

I shrug as he pulls a pair of sweatpants from the bottom drawer. “You can’t expect me not to look now that I know what it can do.”

“It?” He laughs.

“What else am I supposed to call it? Does it have a name?”

He shakes his head as he slides the sweatpants over his legs. “Maybe it does.”

Rolling my eyes, I push past him and sway toward the kitchen. “You’re such a weirdo,” I call behind me.

I don’t even make it all the way down the hall before he’s wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing my neck. “That’s not what you were saying last night.”

I laugh and turn in his hold, and promptly change the subject. “What does this mean for us, Tony? Are we like a thing now?”

He grips my chin between his thumb and pointer. “We’ve always been a thing. Now it’s just a little different.”

I nod. “Then what’s the next step?”

He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. “I guess it’s time I clear out some space in the closet for your things.”

“Oh, is that how this is going to work?” I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He nods slowly and sways on his feet. “It is because I’m never letting you go.”

THE END.