First message
I absentmindedly flip past another page of my book. My interest wasn’t even fully there anymore once you turned off the water and strutted out the master bathroom like a goddess. I make eye contact with you and you simply roll your eyes before heading to the vanity. I chuckle to myself, your irratation only making me even harder than I already am. Are you done pampering yourself? I stall over to you and tilt my head down, gazing into the reflection of our faces through the sleek mirror. I turn just slightly, my warm breathe fanning your stiff neck. Why don’t you give something else your attention…or rather someone else.