“Oh come on. You and Papaw didn’t get married until after your second kid.”
She shrugged. “Got me there. I’ll give you two some time to settle in, and then are you all ready for the big bowling outing tonight?”
“Bowling outing?” I asked reflexively. I glanced at Dustin for confirmation.
“Are we going to Rolling Pins?”
Mamaw smiled a big smile. “Yes. We rented out half the lanes in the place tonight and we invited your old friends when we found out you two were coming. That okay with you? Of course, it is! It’ll be absolutely lovely. I’ll leave you two to get ready ... or do whatever it is newlyweds do!” She winked. “Catarina, I can’t wait to make your acquaintance. Neither can the rest of Middletown.”
Dustin nodded. “Thanks, Mamaw. You’re the best. We’ll get situated and be down shortly.”
Mamaw left, and I heard her feet creaking down the old stairs. Dustin set our suitcases next to each other on a desk, then heaved a sigh as he looked out the window.
“You okay?” I asked, rubbing his back.
He nodded. “Fine.”
“You don’t seem fine. Can I do anything?”
“It’s not you. I just get stressed out coming back home.”
“How come?”
He turned to me and ran his hand along my shoulder. “Childhood stress. I’m not saying I had a tough upbringing necessarily, but there were just some things.”
“What things?”
“Let’s just head down, shall we? Do you need to change?”
“Yes,” I said. “I just want to shower off and throw on a dress after that long plane ride.”
“Sounds good. Mind if I join you?”
“It’s your shower, babe.”
“Sure.”
We both stripped down and I brought in some of the kiwi shampoo I had transported, using a little bottle.
I stood behind Dustin in his bathroom as he turned the water on and put his hand in to check the temperature.
“Is it warm yet?” I asked.
“A little impatient, are we?” he teased.
I showed him the little bottle. “I’m just all about efficiency.”
“So cute. That’s one of the reasons I married you,” he said. He turned his head and checked me out over his shoulder.
I leaned into his back, pressing my chest against him and wrapping my hand around his abdomen. “So you’re admitting there’s a reason you married me ... aside from these?”
I playfully brushed my nipples against his back as I slid my hand down his chest, teasing the area of his midsection just above his cock.
He let out a low groan. “I was joking about that. You know.”
“You were joking?” I whispered, getting on my tippy toes. “So you mean to say you don’t like my tits?”
He froze.
