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She turns around though, releasing my fingers as she does. Cradling her bum hand away from her, she takes the shower head from me. The next words out of her mouth nearly make me come in my shorts.
“Can I watch?”
It takes all of thirty seconds. I don’t even push my underwear past my thighs, just barely enough to let my cock and balls hang past. The head is swollen, leaking precum, and the shaft is an angry red. I grip myself tight, stroking in short, quick motions. All the while, I’m looking at her.
Her flushed skin, her dark eyes, the way her breasts heave with her quick, short breaths. The moment I feel that pinching in my spine, my other hand grips my balls and tugs, and I come with a force onto the shower floor. Penelope directs the showerhead over my lower body, then at the shower floor, before shutting it off and hanging it back on the wall.
When we’re standing there, naked, in the middle of the shower, our gazes click like gears in a lock. They seem to say a lot—not all the things we need to say—but I wonder if we’ve finally come to an understanding.
A chill rushes over her as the air kicks on. She giggles in this awkwardly cute way. She folds her arms over her chest, then steps around me to get out of the shower. A moment later, she comes back with a towel wrapped around her chest, and one outstretched for me.
I take my time, showering off in my own bathroom, changing into shorts and a T-shirt. I don’t expect to see her when I come back into the main living area. But there she is, cuddled up in her spot on the couch, a bowl of popcorn sitting on the middle cushion.
A peace offering?
I take “my spot” on the couch, settle in, and exhale before I look over to her.
She looks… More relaxed than she has as of late. Her hair hangs in loose, damp waves over one shoulder, and her cheeks are a warm, glowy pink. The lines that marred her forehead since the start of this week—hell, since the day I moved in—are less defined. I tilt my head toward the bowl and purse my lips inquestion, and she nods, her smile bunched in a shy, mischievous button.
As I’m finishing my handful of popcorn, she bites her bottom lip and says, “Thanks for the hand.”
Popping the popcorn into my mouth, I grin widely.
“Technicallyit was a shower head.”
She tosses a throw pillow at me, and it knocks the bell to the ground in the process. We both laugh. I hold the pillow tightly to my chest, and pick up the knocked over bell.
“You know, if you were having afrustratingtime with that thing…” I indicate to her cast, then ring the bell between us. “You could’ve just rang.”
I smirk and wag my brows in her direction, and Penelope rolls her eyes but fails to hide her smile, no matter how hard she tries to scrunch it away.
She snags the bell and rolls it back and forth in her palm, the deadened tinkling sound echoing like ellipses between us.
“I’ll consider it.”
The sultry, rich timbre of those three words makes my heart beat like a hummingbird’s.
“Really?”
“Psht. In your dreams, Ant.”
I fall, over-dramatically, into the couch cushion, and direct my puppy pout to her.
“Thud.”
“Shots fired.”
Pen puts her head in both hands as she laughs. Quiet, but free. When she stops, she tilts her head and peeks at me through her spread fingers.
And that’s how we end our night. One couch cushion away, and a weight lifted off my chest.
after florida
2:27 PM
Anthony
*Anthony would like to play SHOOTY HOOPS with you*