Page 67 of Kyle
"I really could get used to this." She purred.
They were both naked and her husband was giving her a full body massage.
"I'm sure."
She curled her feet as he pressed his fist against her instep.
"You're angling for more sex."
"What gave it away?"
"Men." She snorted.
"Vile pigs we be." He grinned as she poked him in the ribs with her toe.
He worked his way up to her calves, his eyes intent on his task. "Carly is back."
"I know."
"She contacted me. Offered her congratulations. The baby. She saw your pic in the papers."
"And?"
He lifted his head, met her gaze. "She sounded off."
"Off?"
"Bubbly and just weird. She wanted to meet with me. I told her no."
"Good decision. Any residuals there?"
He gave her a look that spoke volumes. "I don't think that deserves a response. Not after what we share."
"You're right. Can you stop that and come up here?"
"Why?"
"Why do you think?"
He left off working on her calves and joined her. He did not reach for her but sat cross-legged and stared at her.
She was five months pregnant and glowing. He had told her he had never seen a more beautiful pregnant woman, and he was not exaggerating.
Her skin was healthy, her eyes sparkling. Her breasts were rounded, nipples larger. She brought out feelings in him that he never knew existed.
"What?"
She reached for his hand and twined her fingers through his. "I still feel a little insecure when it comes to her."
"Why?" He demanded.
"Because she was the only woman you were with for a period of time. You felt something for her."
"That's true. But now, I cannot even recall the times we spent together." His hand tightened on hers. "It sounds awful, but everything has faded away except you.
What I felt for her is pale, a shadow. She loved me and I hurt her, for that I can be sorry."
"You never meant to."
