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Courtland
Tension has been simmering in the air between Buzz and me ever since we almost kissed in Howie's bedroom a few days ago.
It’s not bad, per se, and it thankfully hasn't made things awkward living with each other.
It's just…different.
Like when we hug goodbye in the morning, he holds on to me a little longer, the smell of my body wash on his body infiltrating my nose.
Or when we have to navigate the kitchen or the hallway and brush past each other, there's a little more incidental contact than I remember there being.
Or when I catch him looking at me, I see questions in his eyes that weren't there before.
Questions I don't have answers to.
His reaction to Howie outing me was surprisingly good. Not that I was expecting him to freak out or anything, but I guess I assumed he'd play it off as a joke.
But it's almost as if he likes the idea of me checking him out.
And him lifting his arms and posing for me? Jerked off three times over that one single moment alone.
That was a little strange, but hey, if you can't jerk off over your husband, who can you jerk off to?