Kelsea
“Is he asleep?" I ask Nick later on that night.
The two of us are getting ready for bed, and I have to smile at the picture of domesticity we make. Who would have thought a month ago, I'd be sitting on his bed putting moisturizer on my face while he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, a kid asleep in the bedroom a little down the hallway from ours.
“Out like a light. He didn't even move when I went in to turn his light off." Nick uses another towel to dry off his hair.
I take that moment to look at him. His skin holds a slight tan all year round, and it's obvious he's worked hard on his body. It's cut in places I didn't even know it could be cut, the vee leading down behind the towel is enticing enough it makes me want to follow the path with my tongue.
