Rope Taut

Em watches Trev over the lave.

He stood, nude from the waist up, hands down on the counter. She looked from the bed with eyes of chocolate, one leg forward, one back. He bent, triceps rope taut, back dolphine curved smooth, held the letter before the mirror. Her smile arched and ached in a happiness natural and pure. His hair, short, spiked, blond. Her lips full, wet, dark. He read. She twirled.

He mouthed the words. She opened her robe.

"Baby, come to bed," she said.

"Okay," he said.

Reviews

[AutumnStorm]

Short and infinitely sweet. Loved 'dolphine curved' and the simplicity of 'Okay', loved it all, love it all.