Page 75 of Glamour & Gumballs

My eyes closed with the soft touch, and he stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

I didn’t have words for the soft intensity of feeling him against me that way.

Bliss?

Peace?

Joy?

Whatever it was, it made my throat swell and my eyes sting a little.

Maybe I just felt safe.

Or loved.

He didn’t love me, of course. We hadn’t known each other for long enough.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t feel loved, did it?

It was a foreign feeling for me, so I wasn’t really sure. I’d never had anyone care about me like that. My mom had loved me in her own way, but she’d cared more about her boyfriend. I’d never been a priority for her, or anyone else.

So what would it feel like to be Rhett’s?

“Will you shower with me?” he murmured, his voice low and soft.

There was vulnerability in it.

My throat swelled more.

What if I hurt him?

I didn’t know how to love any more than I knew how to be loved. What if I ended up just as bad as his ex?

Despite my fear, I nodded.

He walked us into the bathroom, his arms still around my body as we moved. There was a large shower/tub combo to my left, with one of those fabric shower curtains I’d always hated, but I didn’t give a damn.

I’d never showered with anyone. Not even for sex.

Granted, my sex life had been short-lived. I’d barely been nineteen when my blood was tested, and the world-nearly-ending thing put a damper on sex for pretty much everyone my age.

Rhett turned the shower on, and I looked up as water started flowing from the ceiling.

Our time in the spa had proven that I loved a good, fancy showerhead.

Rhett’s fingers skimmed my bare ribcage lightly before hooking in the bottom hem of my sports bra. He was giving me time to turn him down, or back out.

Time I didn’t need.

I lifted my arms, and he peeled the fabric over my skin. His chest rumbled when my breasts fell free, and he dropped my bra so he could take them in his hands.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back against his chest while he played with my nipples. My body warmed, wetness gathering between my thighs as he teased the sensitive buds.

“You’re beautiful.” His words were rough in my ear, and goosebumps broke out on my arms.

There was no one to interrupt us this time.

No one to stop us.

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