The need to come overtakes me before I can worry too much about that, though. I pick up the pace of my thrusts and my strokes, working us both steadily toward a climax. Right before he comes, Brenden twists his neck, his mouth seeking mine. I kiss him as best as I can from the odd angle, swallowing his moan as he shoots over my hand and onto the sheets.

The way his ass tightens around my cock as he comes sends me over the edge right after him. He’s still trembling in my arms, making me reluctant to let him go even though one of my hands is messy with his cum. I don’t want to pull out of him either, but eventually I have to.

When he rolls over to look at me, he’s got a beautiful, blissed out smile on his face. And I’m pretty sure if I looked in a mirror, I’d see the same thing reflected on mine.

“Shower with me?” he asks quietly, as if talking too loudly will ruin this perfect connection between us.

“Anything you want,” I tell him. Because it’s true. And because it’s easier than saying the other thoughts going through my mind. I love you. We should live together. I’ll shower with you every day. Let me keep you forever.

You’ll hopefully never catch me participating in a yoga class on the town green. Or any yoga class. I’m all for exercise, but I’m not flexible, and yoga isn’t my thing. It’s not Brenden’s thing either. I can say from recent experiences that he’s pretty flexible, but he’s also clumsy. Plus he hates exercise in general.

But Andrew Rowland—who lives over the yoga studio and takes classes regularly—convinced him to try it this morning. The weather’s perfect for it, and May loved the idea. She even got her grandparents to do it with them. It didn’t surprise me that Elise was willing to participate, but seeing Grant in workout clothes was interesting.

Thankfully, it’s Saturday, and Brenden knew I needed to be at the diner for the breakfast shift, otherwise he might have asked me to join. And my dumb ass is so gone for him that if he asked, I probably would’ve agreed.

Can’t say I minded watching the show through the windows though. Brenden twisting himself into poses and sticking his ass in the air, while wearing a pair of thin, tight, gray sweatpants, was a sight to see.