I hear him walk away, and then the sound of the bathroom door closing.
I just lie there, unable to move. If I try, I will crumple onto the floor in a heap. My legs are shaking. My whole body is buzzing. I can still feel the echoes of those orgasms pulsing through me.
The bathroom door opens, and Grim comes back. He smells like fruity shower gel now. His hands are wet.
He cleans me with a warm, wet cloth.
“Thanks,” I whisper, still lying on the table because I don’t trust my legs to hold me.
He goes back into the bathroom. I hear water running. I think he goes into the laundry room.
A few minutes later, he returns.
I push myself up and grab my clothes from the floor. I pull the shirt over my head, holding onto the rest of my things.
Grim doesn’t bother dressing at all. He sprays and wipes down the dining room table as promised.
“I told you you’d like it.” His voice is filled with amusement.
“Smartass.” I smile at him.
He winks at me as he picks up his clothes, holding them in one hand.
He’s still fully erect. How does he do that?
“We should get to bed,” I say.
“Yours or mine?”
I give him a look. “I thought we weren’t going to sleep together in the same bed.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
I stare at him for a few long moments.
“On second thought,” he says, and I feel disappointment, “we should probably take a shower. I’m feeling a little dirty. You?”
“I’m feeling a lot dirty.”
He grins, and I swear I almost come, no need for touching required. We hurry down the hallway.
This is perfect.
Some no-strings-attached sex to keep our minds off things.
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Grim
I tighten the last screw on the cabinet door and step back to admire the work. The hinge no longer squeaks or hangs at that weird angle. It’s straight. Solid. The way it should be.
“Can you hand me the level?” Wren asks from behind me.
She is standing on a step stool, holding a picture frame against the wall we painted yesterday. She’s wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail.
I grab the level from the toolbox and hand it up to her.
“Thanks.” She positions the level on top of the frame and adjusts it slightly to the left. “Perfect. Can you mark it?”
