Samuel laughed, kissing his wife on the cheek. Arthur looked as unfazed as he always did, and Juniper had cheeks as red as her hair.
“Well, ours is… unused,” she said. “So it’s perfect.”
“Great! We’ll meet you in ten.”
Her and Samuel headed out.
“Do you and Tiffany want to come, Arthur?” Juniper asked.
He looked a bit surprised to be invited. “No thank you. I have some work to do, and Tiffany… isn’t feeling well.”
“Oh no. I hope she gets better,” Juniper said.
He nodded and was off. Weird. Though it was barely perceptible, he seemed almost flustered. And he didn’t tell me she was unwell earlier.
“We should go get ready,” she said. As she stood, the earrings I got her caught the light, and it pleased me to see her wearing them.
We went back to our room—taking the stairs this time, and got dressed. I changed into my shorts while Juniper changed in the bathroom.
“Ready,” Juniper said, coming around the corner.
I froze in place. She was wearing a white bikini with gold clasps on the shoulders and in the middle of her chest. They pushed up her tits and showed the outline of her nipples, and nipple rings. Her bottoms matched, with the gold accents on her hips, highlighting the wideness of them. Her thighs were on full display, and I couldn’t help but think about being between them the night I met her.
I’d tried to push away every one of those memories, tried to forget how good she felt wrapped around my cock. But seeing her like this made all of that hard to forget.
“You look… nice,” I said, my voice thicker than I intended.
It was then I realized she was looking at me too, her eyes lower than my face.
“Thanks.”
I took a step towards her. And then another. She didn’t back up, her gaze staying glued to mine. The air was heavy between us. The sound of the crackling fireplace was the only one besides our breathing. It felt as if we were alone in the universe, just the two of us floating in space.
Once I was within reach, I placed my hands on her hips, and she let me. Her skin was warm and soft. I could smell whatever moisturizer she used. It was fruity and slightly spicy, but couldn’t fully hide that pomegranate shampoo she used. She leaned into me a bit, our noses inches from touching. I wanted to kiss her. Wanted to know what her lips felt like.
My hand came up to caress her neck, her cheek. She relaxed into the touch, telling me this might be okay, that she wanted it too.
“Juniper, can I—”
I jumped as a loud knock came to the door and we pulled apart. Her gaze turned to the floor and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Y-you should get that,” she said.
I stomped to the door and threw it open, Samuel standing there with that goofy grin on his face. At least it killed my hard-on, but I wanted to punch him in the face.
“Hey, bro, interrupting something?” he asked, punching my arm.
“No, June and I are ready.”
“Awh, you called her June,” Rachel commented.
I did?
I shook my head. Apparently whatever moment we were having hadn’t left my mind, but it needed to.
When I turned back to her she was still a bit red.
“Let me put some of these drinks in here,” Rachel said, taking the box from Samuel.
I heard her rustling, waiting to go outside. Though the moment was clearly over, the tension in the room was still heavy.
