Eoghan said that his greatest enemy were windows.
I knew he had nightmares about them. To be specific, me standing in front of them. Getting shot by an enemy.
The minutiae of my passing hadn’t come up in regular conversation before my marriage. Now, it happened whenever he stirred in the middle of the night, his subconscious fears driving him to hold me close. To never let me go.
A love like Eoghan’s wasn’t something I ever thought I’d experience.
It probably spoke of my fucked-up upbringing that it didn’t suffocate me. At all. It was just…him.And I craved him as much as he needed me.
Eoghan: What are you doing?
When I perched on the bed, I knew he’d be able to see me. Undoubtedly, he’d followed me with his scope.
Rather than answer, I snagged the top button of my blouse and popped it open.
Then another.
And another.
My tits were sore so I hadn’t bothered with a bra—that meant he got thewholeshow.
I had no intention of following through, but he didn’t need to know that, did he?
Instead, I gently rubbed my nipple, trailed my fingers over the swell, keeping it slow and easy because they ached like a SOB today.
Eoghan: Well? What are you doing?
I licked a finger and circled my nipple.
Eoghan: Seriously, I have no idea where you are
I leaned forward, pushing them together and?—
Eoghan: I know you’re reading my messages
I let my hand sweep over my abdomen, allowed my fingers to swirl around my navel before I approached the waistband of my pencil skirt.
Eoghan: FINE
I smirked.
Eoghan: I was just securing the area
Eoghan: That’s it
Eoghan: I’ll go home
Eoghan: I’ll see you later
Eoghan: I won’t watch anymore
Eoghan: I won’t
Eoghan: You can button your blouse up. Do you know those windows aren’t reflective?!
Eoghan: Where’s your bra anyway?
Eoghan: Inessa!
