Where My Love Went - A Novella

Twenty-Four : Let Me See You

Josephine

Three days later I was able to go home, so I now sit on Will's couch with his sister, Josh, and nephews, watching him play hockey on the TV.

Anna, Josh, and the boys are leaving tonight. They picked a late flight so the boys will sleep the whole time. I'm sad to see them go, but Josh needs to get back.

An Uber comes to pick them up during the second period of Will's game, so I'm stuck watching the rest of the game by myself.

Will doesn't get home until late and when he does, I throw my arms around his neck and congratulate his win with my lips on his.

"Mm, fuck, if this is what I get for winning I'm going to make sure we never lose again." He smiles against my lips.

"I missed you." I say in between kisses.

"I missed you too, baby." I pull away and chew on my bottom lip nervously. "What's wrong?"

"I tried to shower without you today." I tell him. "Anna found me shaking on the shower floor."

"Fuck." He says sharply, cupping the back of my head and pulling me to his chest.

"I didn't get all the soap out of my hair." I say into his chest. "Will you help me?"

"Of course, baby." He leads me to his room and into the bathroom where he starts to water and rolls up his sleeves. "Did they leave okay?"

I nod. "Yeah." Wrapping my arms around Will's waist, I hug him. "Those boys adore you."

He kisses the top of my head. "They're pretty cute." I feel his hand move and I know he's checking the water, because his fingers are damp when they run through my hair a few seconds after.

"Do you want kids?" I ask Will as he pulls my shirt over my head and then unbuttons his own and slides it off.

He unfastens my jeans next and I pull them down. "Someday." As he reaches for his swim trunks on the sink, I catch his wrist and stop him.

"Don't." He furrows his light brows. "Shower with me tonight." Understanding appears in his eyes after brief confusion.

I wait for him to tell me I'm not ready. That I couldn't handle it. But it never comes.

"I don't know, Jo."

I reach up and cup his cheek with my hand. "Let me see you, Will." My thumb strokes his freshly shaved skin. "You get to see me. Why can't I see you?"

His hand clasps around my wrist and I know I'm in for another night of rejection.

But he does something different. He guides my hand down his bare chest, all the way to the waistband of his dress pants. "If you want it." He removes his hand, but mine stays put. "Take it."

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. "Really?"

He nods. "If you think you're ready for whatever may happen, then I believe you."

I lean up on my tiptoes and slam my lips to his. I unfasten his pants in a shaky hurry and tug them down. He kicks them off as I reach for the waistband of his Calvin Klein.