Chapter 6

Back at the Mustang, I took a huge beach towel out of the car and used it as a screen so David could slip out of his Speedos and into his shorts. Then he returned the favor.

We grabbed some fast food on the way back to town, and by the time I pulled into my driveway, the food was long gone.

“I don’t know about you,” I said, getting out of the car, “but I need a proper shower. That quick rinse at the beach wasn’t enough.”

“So do I.”

He followed me into my bedroom, and I closed the door behind us. We shed our clothes and went into the bathroom, where we spent some time under a warm spray of water.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you are?” I said as we toweled ourselves dry in front of the mirror.

“I don’t think so.”

“Must have been an oversight, because you are, and that ass drives me crazy.”

I stepped behind him and cupped a cheek in each hand by way of emphasis. With my mouth close to his left ear, I whispered, “Time to try out my bed, don’t you think?”