Page 54 of Touch Me

The show starts a little slow. The scenery is beautiful, though, making me hopeful that maybe I’ll be fortunate enough to travel one day. To honeymoon in Scotland. Or wherever my ancestors are from. I don’t even know. Maybe I should do one of those ancestry things. Imagine finding out I have some rich uncle who lives in a mansion somewhere, who never had kids of his own and just wants someone to spoil. Nah, that would’ve been nice when Ally and I were kids. To have food and clothes and stuff, but money has never been a driving force in my life. Success? Maybe.

No, not even that. Just independence and security. I guess those would both accompany success, but they aren’t mutually exclusive, and I’m fine with that.

Whoa, alrighty. So we’re jumping right into the honeymoon sex then. The couch dips as Jace repositions himself, and he grabs a pillow, placing it over his lap.

Oh no.

We’ve never watched a show with sex scenes—okay, that was quick. Glad that part’s over. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Jace visibly relaxes, loosening his grip on the pillow, and sinks a little lower into the couch.

And, we’re back.

A few minutes pass and the dude is going down on her in a Scottish castle.

Jesus Christ.

Now I'm adjusting myself on the couch. Trying to pull the blanket up from under Henry’s huge ass to cover my pebbling nipples. It does nothing to quell the pulsing ache in my core, though.

Fucking Ashley.

Phew, okay. Back to normal again—whoa, hot Scottish guy with an accent in a kilt.

Bloody hell.

Ok, the first episode ends with no more sex,thank god. But now I’m invested in the story.

I pause the intro before it starts another episode. “You want to keep watching?” I ask Jace without looking at him.

“I, uh, I think I should probably get some work done.”

“I should too. I just don’t want to pick up my laptop again after reading that article.” I see Jace’s internal struggle with watching another sex-filled episode or leaving me to my laptop and the paranoia spiral that’s sure to follow.

He purses his lips and sits back. “I guess I could watch one more.”

Always a gentleman.

“Then, at least it would be closer to an acceptable bedtime, and we won’t both be losers in bed before the sun even sets,” he adds with a smirk.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t really feel like working anyway. Just let me throw on warmer clothes since Henry’s big ass is hogging the rest of the blanket.”

“I’ll make some popcorn.”

Crawling over the end of the couch, I jump over Henry’s massive form on the floor, make a quick bag of microwave popcorn, and settle back into my still-warm spot. Jace comes walking in, inyep, you guessed it, gray sweatpants. Oh shit, don’t look. Don’t look.

It’s rude. It’s demeaning.

For both of us.

Don’t do it.

Just a quick glance, andholy hell.

I immediately tip my head back to the ceiling and stuff a handful of popcorn in my mouth.

Fuck.

He brought a blanket from his room, and thank fucking god for that. I can’t handle seeing him aroused... on top of what I already peeped. If I had any sense whatsoever, I would end this night right now before I embarrass myself. He’s either oblivious to my ogling of his man bits, or he’s more polite than I am by not drawing attention to it. I don’t know what I thought he would do if he saw me...helicopter his dick in my face?

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