T W E N T Y - S I X

ELIZABETH.

I look down at my legs and I can feel the wetness against my panties. I drop my hand to my thigh, and my fingers itch to move further. To pleasure myself and take my relief, but I shake my head.

No. Not my touch. Not my fingers. I want James. And I know I’ll have him and he’ll pleasure me in a way that’d leave me wanting more the second it ends.

I move down the island after the clench of my thighs to return to the counter.

~

I managed to finish cooking without another distraction from James and now we’re both on the couch in the living room with my plate in hand and James’ eyes on the tv after finishing his meal minutes ago.

"That tastes better than I thought it’d turn out," I mumble as I take the last spoon of the rice salad and place the empty plate next to James on the table.

"You’re doing the dishes," I tell him and his head snaps to me. "Why me?"

"Because I cooked."

"I’m cooking tomorrow."

"Then I’ll also do the dishes tomorrow," I argue, and he chuckles. "Let