I’d been in the middle of lathering this morning when Tabitha had drawn back the shower curtain and dropped to her knees beneath the spray. She’d teased my cock with her lips and tongue, cheeks hollow as she took the length of me into her mouth. She was right about my lack of patience. I’d hauled her up to stand and taken her from behind, hot water turning to steam. And my hand between her legs as she begged.

It was impossible to hide the constant smile on my face now.

Five days had passed since I’d woken up to the real-life fantasy of Tabitha in my bed. She’d been busy since then spending time with her family. Raising money and making videos. In between, we worked in the park, chatting with the neighbors. We drank cold beer on the stoop at night, lingering late to keep talking. Then we’d have the kind of passionate, astral-plane-level sex I never thought possible for me.

Tabitha always stayed. And I discovered the intimacy of sharing a bed, of sleeping and waking together. The feel of her soft, warm skin and the scent of her hair. Her breath synced with mine as she dozed off with her head on my chest.

Tabitha’s laptop pinged. I steadied her on my lap as she leaned forward to scoop it up.

She hummed happily. “It’s an alert from the donation site. The Tenth Street pocket park now officially has $2,275 to spend on renovations.”

Warmth flooded my veins. “I still can’t believe total strangers are giving us that much cash.”

“It’s not strangers,” she said lightly. “It’s a lot of people from around here. People you know. Is your trainer named Sly Sorrentino?”

“Sly donated?”

“Yep. Kind of a lot too.”

I had seen the appeal of Tabitha leading a fundraising charge for us. But deep down, I didn’t think anyone would donate to some random, trash-filled lot in the middle of Philly. But Rowan had seen it when he’d convinced me that day at the rec center. Every day is your chance to make this city better. The park’s transformation would be slow. It would take time and working together. But I was starting to see what Tabitha saw from behind her camera.

“Most of the gifts are less than $25, so it’s a lot of people,” she added. “If you need something heartwarming, read the comments on the fundraising page. There are tons from donors who built parks on the abandoned lots on their street too.”

“Are there any comments about the videos you’ve been making?” I asked.

She set her laptop down carefully. “There are. It’s been unexpected but nice to see people respond to what I talked about in the fundraising ask. That understanding of home and the neighbors you love there. What you would do to make their lives better.”