Page 86 of Things Left Unsaid

He’s my husband—there has to be perks to these rings I’m wearing, and gaining an official jar opener is one of them.

“He’ll be naked.”

The whispered words sound overly loud in the room.

“There might be a towel if he comes straight from the shower,” I concede.

Comes.

I stare at the jar.

Clear my throat.

Hunger surges, but it’s twofold.

One for the peanuts. The other for something I shouldn’t want.

Except, I’d be lying.

I’ve wanted to see Colton naked for a helluva long time.

This is just an old habit dying hard.

Yeah, that’s all it is.

That, of course, is when I hear a low noise.

My mouth rounds as I turn to face the wall that joins his bathroom to my bedroom.

“Was that what I think it is?!” I rasp, stepping closer.

Tee’s corruption is complete because I press my ear to the wall. When that gives me nothing, I rush to my bathroom, grab the tumbler, hold that to the wall instead, and?—

“Oh. My. God,” I whisper under my breath as I hear rhythmic grunts that can only mean he’s stroking himself.

Eyes wide, lips gaping, heat flushing through my body, I stare at nothing as I listen to the sounds of his pleasure, all the while wondering what fantasy he’s using to get himself off.

It doesn’t matter that a decade separates us. I’m sixteen again. Full of hormones I don’t know what to do with and an incessant desire to feel Colton’s stubble between my thighs.

When he comes with a groan, the corresponding desire in me takes away my hunger for peanuts.

Mouth like cotton, I gulp as I back off from the shared wall, dropping the peanuts on the nightstand and nearly smashing the fragile tumbler as it falls to the carpeted floor.

Flopping onto the bed, I can no more stop myself from sliding my hand below the waistband of myBeavis and Buttheadpj’s than I can stop my lungs from transporting oxygen around my body.

My very overheated body.

“God…”

Colton

THE NEXT DAY

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“You sure you don’t want to go to the Bar 9?”

She peers at me over her shades. “Why would I want to do that?”

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