Page 32 of The Marriage Policy

“Oh. Sure. Sorry.” Donovan walks away, and this time, I do get to see his ass, and yep, the shorts definitely show off his tight, pert butt. He always wears Speedos when we swim, and those are hard not to notice. “Do you want shorts?”

“You like me in my underwear, so maybe I shouldn’t,” I tease.

“Fuck you.” My boxer briefs suddenly hit me in the face. I laugh. “I’m just being honest. Your words, not mine.”

“I like it when you shut up too. Why don’t you try that?”

I put my underwear on and breathe out a sigh of relief. We’re being us right now. Nothing has changed. We didn’t break us.

“Never,” I reply.

“Annoying,” he answers, but then hands me my crutches, even though they’re close enough for me to reach. “One episode, and then I need to go to bed.”

“Me too so I can wake up to make my Insurance Daddy breakfast.”

He rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to,” I answer more seriously. I love doing things for Donovan.

“Okay. You know, my dad is bummed by the fact that I’m not a great cook,” he teases. “I took after my mom in that respect. Hewas always the one who made the meals for her, and now you do it for me.”

“You could do it. You just choose not to.”

We return to the living room, me taking a quick stop in the bathroom to wash my hands on the way. He sits down, and I lie with my head in his lap again. Donovan restarts the episode because we both missed most of it last time, and then…then his fingers automatically go to my head, scratching my scalp and running through my hair.

“Ooh! We forgot to look up kittens!” I shout.

“Shh. Tomorrow. We’ll cross that bridge then.”

He’s right. This feels too good to interrupt.

As we sit here together, watching the show, I’m so fucking thankful we’re still us, and like always, grateful that I’m lucky enough to have Donovan as my person.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Donovan

Me: Help! Emergency meeting of the Jilted Exes’ Club needed!

I’m in the breakroom at work and haven’t stopped thinking about last night all day. I feel secure in how Eric and I left things. We were fine last night and this morning, and he was his normal self too. We didn’t mention the incident, and he was goofy and my Eric. Still, my mind is spinning because I’m trying to make sense of the fact that not only did we get hard, but that Eric said we could jerk off together. But then I went to my bedroom alone and made myself come while thinking about him.

AboutEric.

And the orgasm had been out of this fucking world.

I’m not surprised Hayes replies first. He’s always on top of things. Anthony works late at Lush, so he sleeps in sometimes.

Hayes: I’m free after work. Ant?

I smile at Hayes using the nickname for Anthony. Hayes was the most closed off of the three of us. He was nervous about being friends with Anthony and me. When I first messaged them, asking if we could meet up, I didn’t think Hayes would come, and when he did, I thought he would bolt. Clearly, he hadn’t, and we’re close now, but it’s still noticeable that he’s not as comfortable with us as we are with him.

Anthony: I’m down. Your place, Dono?

Me: No…Eric will be there.

Anthony: Finally fuck?

Hayes: Oh my God! I can’t believe you said that (but I was also thinking it).

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