23. Bold Choices

"I don't want to shower," I protested weakly as he led me to the bathroom but his silence was a sign that he had made up his mind.

"I didn't fuck another man, Oliver," physically, I didn't but mentally? Jesus! That was why I felt so guilty like I'd been cheating when he snatched my phone and even accused me of it.

I can't look him in the eye and say for a split second I didn't think of that man over me but in my defence, I saw him as Oliver.

They had no facial resemblance but their bodies were similar and that had drawn my attention.

Even now as Oliver stripped off his sweatshirt, leaving him naked from his chest up, my throat ran dry. He also pushed down his pants, standing before me in his black boxer shorts with the outline of his hard cock on display.

I turned my face away, gulping hard as I started to peel off my clothes too. We're just showering together and nothing more. We did this all the time except those times, we were on good terms.

"You can stare all you want," he teased.