Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Henry
I wear the scent of her on my face when we go out for dinner.
I watch her squirm in delight as she sits across from me, still getting used to the way her bare pussy feels against fabric. I wonder how this is my life, how this feels so good and like I’m finally alive.
And I can’t want too much of this, because it will end soon. Too late, I want this forever.
That is not on the table. At some point, her mother will return from the high seas—so far, we’ve received a few sporadic email updates. When that happens, Summer cannot be begging me to eat her freshly shaved box.
Not even in secret.
Of course, that doesn’t stop me from imagining what-if scenarios. What if we fell in love and got married? What if Summer wanted my babies? What if I got to feel this happy forever?
“Something on your mind?” She murmurs the question from across the table, a knowing look on her face.
She thinks my thoughts are still in the filthy deeds we did back at the store.
That’s for the best.
This is just sex. This can only be sex.
“You,” I tell her. It’s the truth, after all.