Page 139 of Only With You

“Yeah?”

I hear her swallow and I think she’s shifting on her feet. “What are we doing?”

My hand freezes at the weight that question holds. I know what she’s asking, because I’ve found myself asking the same thing. One day, we’re hating each other, not able to be in the same room, sharing glares and arguing like our lives depend on it, to…this.

Subtle glances when we’re in public. Nights, beds, and words we share when we’re alone.

“I don’t know, but I like whateverthisis,” I honestly reply.

“Yeah, me too.” Her voice is almost a soft whisper as she leans into me, her back against my chest.

After hanging the sponge, I thread my arms around her front and draw her in so that the hot water cascades over our bodies, washing the soap off. We stand under the stream in silence until Julianna slips her fingers between mine and frees my hold from her.

She spins, slipping her hands over my chest and around my shoulders. I squint again to get a good look at her and she giggles.

I blankly stare at her.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not funny, but you look cute.” her voice softens, making my chest expand.

“I hate that I can’t see you well.”

I hear the sharp intake of her breath. “But you can feel me. And hear me. Just focus on the sound of my voice and the colors you see. I always do…”

“You always do what?”

“I think about your voice and how it makes me feel…”

My heart tightens and I want to ask more, but I know I shouldn’t. Fuck. What are we doing? No, what amIdoing?

She must sense my unease, because she clears her throat and changes the subject.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” I snake my arms around her waist and lift her, and she circles her legs around me.

She brushes my hair away from my forehead. “For taking care of me. I’ve never had anyone do this. So, thank you.”

My heart races and I swear the water somehow got hotter.

“Don’t thank me for doing the bare minimum. It’s the least I could do.”

She stifles a laugh, perking a brown brow. “Again with the bare minimum?”

“I hope you raise your standards, because this is nothing.”

She mocks a salute, grinning. “It’ll be your fault when I can’t find someone who meets my standards.”

I should have been able to brush that off, but something ugly and envious rears itself and stays put in my chest.

“It’d be a pity if you did never find anyone,” I flatly say.

She glares at me, I think. “That’s not assuring.”

“Oh, my apologies.” I click my tongue. “Let me rephrase that. What a shame it’d be if you didn’t find anyone.”

“You dick. That didn’t sound any better.” She pulls the hair at the nape of my neck.

I pinch her arse and she jolts against me, but that’s a mistake because now that we’re not stuck in the sweet haze, it’s like my brain has become acutely aware of how very naked and wet weare. How her large tits and pussy are pressed against me and it seems like she’s also thinking the same thing, because her heavy-lidded gaze dips to my lips again.

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