Wet Secrets
He collapsed onto the cushions, thighs spreading wide, the fabric of his shorts tightening over the bulge there accidental, but my eyes darted away fast, old crush stirring unwelcome heat low in my belly.
I returned from the kitchen with a glass, handing it over. Our fingers brushed electric, lingering a beat too long.
He drank deep, throat working, eyes meeting mine over the rim. "You're a lifesaver." We fell into talk, easy at first, his deployment stories, the endless sand and adrenaline crashes; my graphic design grind, the late nights tweaking logos for ungrateful clients.
The air thickened with the late hour, words flowing intimate, but his gaze kept wandering. To the hem of my shorts
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