After Britton

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After our breathing calmed, Britton swept me into a warm bath. I am guessing I most have dozed briefly as his en suite was now filled with soft candlelight and the tub was practically spilling over with bubbles that smelled lightly of citrus and maybe geraniums – it was tart and crisp but not girly or masculine. Seeing the near mess, I guessed that bubbles were not his usual deal. In fact, he had always smelled closer to powder or leather. Soft and warm, from a shower. Stepping into the tub, he lowered me in front of him as he sat back and I filled the space between his long legs as they stretched the length of the tub. “Izzy, let’s lay here a moment and then get cleaned up. How are you feeling?” he asked gently, his lips just against my neck, below my ear. I turned my head toward his lips but couldn’t reach them. Whispering, I managed, “I am literally exhausted.” “Literally?” he joked and I giggled softly as his teasing. “Britton, I feel wonderful and literally, as if I have no bones.” “Ahh, that literally…” I could feel his lips curl up against my neck. “In that case, maybe I need to feel you again – hungry?” “If I could move, I might be hungry. What do you have in mind?” It was my turn to tease as my hand drifted to his thigh and run up the outside just enough to see what he was thinking. “Iz, believe it or not, I am hungry for food, and then you. Ceviche is not really that filling…” Britton’s hand found mine on his thigh and pulled it to his lips. He nipped at my palm and then placed it softly back on my tummy. “Baby, let’s finish up here and I’ll make you an omelette,” I suggested. I felt his stomach rumble and knew we needed to move soon. “Come on, hand me your girly puff so I can finish up.” “Izzy, you wound me: I got th... ... middle of paper ... ...nd had posted great shots of it on Facebook and Instagram. The next morning, he didn’t get out of bed. No one thought about it until it got to be about 1PM. When Britton’s mom suggested he go find his brother, Sean was still out and hard to wake. Shaking him roughly, Britton had finally woken him and Sean got out of bed only to fall down immediately. Calling his mom, Britton freaked out to see his brother so weak. In the end, a weak Sean was taken to the docter’s and then to the hospital. Tests were done and results were devastating. “Iz, that’s all I’ve got tonight.” Somewhere in the middle of all this, I had placed an omelette in front of him, which he had eaten with more appetite than I felt and we had each had another two fingers of boose. He lifted our plates to the sink and grabbed my hand, kissing my fingertips. “To bed, I need you. Now,” were his last words.

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