#Chapter33
AXEL
Six years ago
Damn, I’m comfortable.
We lay in bed, half-ass watching some TV show while making small talk. Well, she gabbed while I thought what a lucky bastard I was to have her wrapped in my arms.
We were in our pj’s, T-shirts and thin cotton shorts—mine a pale gray, hers an over-sized blue shirt with black pants that came to her thick mid thigh.
Her T-shirt alone was enough to keep me hot and bothered. As we talked, it kept slipping, exposing her smooth brown shoulder.
I didn’t see a bra strap.
Hot damn.
I briefly wondered if Shondra had gone bra-less to tease the hell out of me because my dick hadn’t gone completely soft since I saw her.
No matter.