My Girlfriend Doesn’t Let Me Play Fortnite Because She Just Wants Good Sex

She chooses a breathtaking wall portrait of Erin, her green eyes dancing with mischief, and strategically places it in the living room. *****

The click-clack of high heels on hardwood, the sound cutting through the silence like a siren’s call. Cheyenne reached out, her fingers grazing the cold metal of the faucet before she turned it, coaxing a stream of water to life. “Let’s start small,” Cheyenne suggested, her voice soothing like the melody of a familiar song. She left Larry under the warm embrace of the shower, finding a plush robe that would serve to cocoon him once he decided to emerge. His eyes, fixed on the muted television, but his mind was elsewhere. Larry’s heart raced, caught between the remnants of past love and the nascent desire simmering below the surface—a desire drawn out by the woman who now dusted the last shelf, her back arching as she reached up, giving Larry a glimpse of the delicate expanse of her lower back and even lower more of that delectable ass. The first had been at a red light with a brown delivery van next to them. Larry stirred, turning his face, a low groan escaping his parched lips.