Page 98 of Off Limits

He pressed the cloth against my chest and gently started cleaning me.

“I was only thinking about you. And it doesn’t make any sense because we were live on cam, but the videos feel private.”

He finished soaping up my chest and stomach. “I wasn’t thinking about anything other than you either.”

I stepped back and rinsed off.

“And I get what you’re trying to say. It felt private for me too.” He peeked at me through his lashes. He only did that when he was feeling extra vulnerable.

“I thought maybe you didn’t want to post it because there was something wrong with it.”

“There was nothing wrong with it.”

He chewed on his lip.

“Asa?”

He fixed his gaze on my chest. “I thought you didn’t want to post it because I wasn’t good in it.”

I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him against me. He let me and held my waist in a tight hug.

“I should have told you sooner. I just didn’t know how to explain why I didn’t want to share it.”

“We really need to get better at talking.” He pressed a kiss against my shoulder and let go of me. The casual move made my chest tighten.

“We should get out before the water goes cold.”

“Yeah.”

I turned off the water, and we stepped out of the tub.

“How much did we make?” Asa asked as we dried off. “I couldn’t do the math while my brain was soup from that O, and I have no idea what our final token count was.”

“Almost five thousand.” I handed him the pile of clothes he’d stashed in the room before the show.

“Seriously?”

“Pretty sure.” I told him the token total so he could do his own math while we started getting dressed.

“Jesus. Wow.” He blinked a few times. “I was not expecting that.”

“Me either. It would take me two months to make that much doing solo shows. That’s why they’re not worth doing anymore. I’d rather have the time off to do other things.”

“Yeah, that’s a big difference.” He finished pulling on his clothes. “You already work too much. It’s good you’ll have some more free time.”

“Hopefully I won’t be working at all when I start my program in the fall. Short-term pain for long-term gain, as they say.” I pulled my hoodie over my head.

“That doesn’t sound like something a future physical therapist should be saying,” he pointed out and opened the door to the bathroom.

“Probably not, but it’s not like I have another choice in this economy.”

He followed me into the living room. “Want to watch another episode?”

“Yeah.” I sat on the couch and handed him the remote.

He sat next to me, so close we were pressed together as he started the episode. I put my arm over the back of the couch. He leaned into me and rested his head against my arm.

A few minutes into the opening credits, Asa’s foot snaked around my ankle. We’d started sitting like this after that first awkward night of feeling each other out. I liked it way too much.

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