Unremitting Love

Chapter 20

This is the last chapter and then I'm making a sequel.

Aubrey

I worked out every day for months. Daniel and I had a system. I'd work out in the morning from six until noon, and then he has from noon to six to do whatever.

Some days he didn't go so he could see me and Grayson.

I'm standing in front of the mirror.

I'm impressed in my body honestly.

My ass is toned. It's bigger now.

My breasts don't look terrible. I was doing Kegels, so I know my vagina is tighter. I have the start of abs.

I didn't have that before. Before, I was just skinny.

Now I actually have the start of abs.

My calves and thighs are larger.

I can trace the beginning of abs.

My arms show muscle normally now.

Not as much at Daniel.

That would be disgusting on me.

The way I look is honestly incredible.

I look better than I ever have before.

I just got out of the shower. Grayson is in bed. It's around nine at night.

I check my bare ass.

I look hot.

Shit.

I dress in a black lacy thong and a matching pushup bra, and then I pull my robe on after blow drying my hair.

Daniel hasn't mentioned sex again, but I've walked in on him masturbating multiple times.

I've felt horrible making him wait, but I just wasn't comfortable. I would've been so insecure.

I exit the bathroom.

He's lying in bed in his boxers, scrolling through his phone, his right arm behind his head.

I stand beside the bed for a second after shutting the light off in the bathroom and shutting the door.

He's clueless.

I untie my robe and let it fall to the floor.

Immediately, his eyes leave his phone, landing on me.

His eyes skim up and down my body.

He looks physically pained.

"Holy shit." He mumbles.

He laughs nervously, putting his phone on his nightstand.

"I'm gonna go masturbate." He says.

"Daniel." I sigh, taking my bra off.

He bites his lip, his face screwed up in pain. He's completely hard.

I take off my thong, standing there naked.

"Touch me." I whisper.

He lets out a raggedy breath, moving around the bed until he's standing right in front of me.

He reaches out to touch me, but he drops his hand, shutting his eyes.

"What?" I whisper.

"I need to savor you." He whispers, opening his eyes. "And I'm trying to decide where I'm going to start."