“Justin,” she whispers, and I stop by the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “Can we talk?”

“Yes,” I say. Walking into my bedroom, I turn off the light and then walk to the bed. I remove the top cover and just about push her onto it, then go to the other side and get in. Pulling her to me, I wrap myself around her. “Now we can talk.”

“Justin,” she says, turning in my arms, and I lean in and kiss her lips. “You can’t …” God, her kisses are everything. I go back in again for another kiss. My cock gets harder than it was before, and let me tell you, it was fucking rock solid.

“I’m not going to win this,” she says breathlessly between kisses, and she hikes her leg over my hip. If we weren’t wearing any clothes, I would slip inside her.

“Good night, sweetheart,” I say, and she just cuddles closer to me, putting one hand between us and wrapping the other one over me.

She leans up and kisses the underside of my jaw. “Good night, Justin,” she says softly, and with her in my arms, I fall asleep. I don’t think I move all night.

“Justin.” I hear my name whispered, and open one eye first, seeing it’s Dylan. “I’m hungry. Can I have cereal?”

“Yeah, buddy,” I say and then turn back to gather Caroline in my arms. “Go ahead. I’m getting up in a second, and I’ll make pancakes,” I say, and he hops and skips out of the room.

“Why didn’t you just get up?” Caroline says from beside me.

“Because he would have seen my morning wood, and that isn’t a conversation I want to have with him right now,” I say and kiss the top of her head. She looks up at me, her eyes still heavy with sleep. “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?” I ask, and she nods.

I turn over, and she slips out of my arms. I walk to the bathroom, and when I come back, she’s already gone from bed. When I join them in the kitchen, she already has the coffee going. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I hear her ask him, and he just nods while he fills his mouth with a spoonful of cereal.

“You okay, buddy?” I say, going to him and rubbing his hair, and he nods.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Caroline asks, and I look at her.

“Mom, are we going to church?” he asks, and she looks at me.

“Would you mind if we went?” she asks, and I shake my head. “I just don’t have anything for Dylan to wear, so maybe we can stop at Walmart before.”

“Yeah,” I say. “We can do that.”