Page 82 of Choosing a Forever
She blinks, looks down at where her hand is, and shuffles to sit up. “Good morning, I’m so sorry if I infringed on your space last night. I-I didn’t mean to.”
“I’ll never complain about cuddling with my wife. Maybe next time I can get my arm out from between us, though,” I joke, shaking my half-asleep hand.
“I’m not usually a cuddler,” she mumbles.
“I know. We’ve shared a bed for almost a month, and we’ve only ended up pressed together a few times—”
“We have?!”
I chuckle at the way her voice rises in surprise, about to sit up until I remember my predicament. Luckily, since we’re in the basement, there’s not much light in the room, so hopefully she won’t notice.
“Not often. I don’t know who scoots which way, but we’ve ended up cuddling a few times. I thought you knew but didn’t want to acknowledge it, so I never brought it up. Like I said, though, I’ll never complain about getting to cuddle you.”
Mack sighs. “Why are you so sweet to me?” Then, she straightens her spine like she didn’t mean to say it.
“Because I care about you, Mack,” I answer, even though I don’t think she’s actually looking for one. It barely scratches the surface of how I feel about her, but I know I need to tread lightly. We’re making slow progress, and I don’t want her to retreat because I can’t keep my mouth shut.
Mack gets out of bed and turns on the bedroom light, both of us blinking to adjust to the change. She comes back and sits cross-legged on the bed facing me.
I sit up, too, because her face looks serious. Unfortunately, I momentarily forget about my sticky situation, and the blanket falls, revealing the wetness seeping through my light gray boxer briefs, and the outline of my erection.
“I didn’t pee my pants, I swear,” I blurt out as Mack’s gaze lands on the mess.
Her nose scrunches. “I didn’t think you did. Is that…?” Her eyes widen.
“Yeah.” I rub the back of my neck, my entire body heating with shame.
“You’re still hard,” she whispers, something akin to awe in her tone.
“Yeah, this has never happened before.”Why are you telling her this?
Mack’s eyes are still locked on my groin, her gaze curious and… heated? My length twitches, excited by her perusal.
“Mack, if you keep looking at it like that, I’m going to have an even bigger mess to clean up,” I whisper.
Mack's eyes shoot to mine, and she licks her lips slowly.
My eyes trace the movement, desperate for it to bemytongue. Morning breath be damned. I’d kiss her after she ate an entire bulb of garlic if it meant feeling her lips on mine again.
“You think you can come just from me looking at it?” she rasps.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. Logistically, I don’t know how it would work, but I’m so keyed up, and I want her soseverely,I think it could happen.
“Do you want me to leave so you can take care of it?”
No!I want to whine.Please don’t leave me this way. Help me, touch me, kiss me, love me. Let me worship you. Teach me how to make you feel good. I’d happily walk around with an erection all day if it means I know what it feels like to please you.
But she said she doesn’t want to get attached. She doesn’t want to make things harder than they need to be, and I’m not going to push it just because I want her more than I need air.
“It’ll go away on its own, but I should get cleaned up and change the sheets,” I admit sheepishly.
“Right.” She shakes her head and gets off the bed. “I’m just going to brush my teeth. Then I’ll go get breakfast started, and you can… take care of that.” She rushes into the bathroom before I can respond. I wait for her to come out and head upstairs before I move.
Gingerly, I get out of bed and use a washcloth to clean myself before slipping on a new pair of underwear and some basketball shorts. I brush my teeth and splash my face with cold water before combing my mustache.
Then, I strip the bed and toss the sheets into the basket, before remaking it with clean sheets.
This morning gave me a bit of whiplash, and I need to make sure my head is on right before I go upstairs and see my wife again.
