Page 47 of Broken Boundaries

“What?” I ask carefully, worried about what she’s about to say. I hope she doesn’t ask me for something I can’t give her, because the way she’s looking at me right now with sleepy eyes and a shy smile, I might just try to give it to her anyway.

“I would love a bath.”

I chuckle. That I can do. “You wanna use my tub?”

“Can I? I promise I won’t take too long.”

“Come on, darlin’. You take as long as you need.”

I open my door and climb out of the truck. Aspen attempts to get out but ends up practically falling out of the open door. Luckily, I’m right there to catch her. “Easy does it.”

She laughs and hiccups, so I sling my arm around her waist and help her to the house. I open the door and help her inside.

“Mmmm, your house always smells so good,” she tells me after I’ve shut the door and started us down the hall to my bathroom and the big clawfoot tub.

“Oh yeah? What’s it smell like?” I guess I never notice the smell of my own home, but I’m glad to know it’s not bad.

“It smells like you mixed with something sweet.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. All spicy and manly.” She giggles.

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” If I’m not mistaken, she might be drunkenly flirting with me. While I know that what she’s saying probably doesn’t mean anything, it still makes me feel something I shouldn’t. Not for her.

I lead her through my room and into my bathroom.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” she says as she releases herself from my grip and spins around, taking in the whole bathroom. I went all out when I did the renovations for this house. I wanted it to be perfect in case one day I did decide to bring a woman into my life permanently. I wasn’t looking for a bachelor pad. I wanted a home, and that’s exactly what I got.

The bathroom has his and hers sinks and a giant shower with a seat and a rain shower head. A clawfoot tub that’s big enough to fit me and potentially another person in it is off to the side of the shower, and that’s where I head to turn the water on. I dump a ton of bubbles into the running water and watch it start to fill up.

“Oh god,” I hear her say from behind me.

I stand and turn around to face her. “What’s wrong? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I just realized…”

“What?” I ask, trying to figure out what I missed.

“It’s just, you’re wearing sweatpants,” she whines and points to my gray sweatpants.

“And that’s a problem for you?”

“Well, yeah. Kinda.” She says this like I should know why my sweatpants are a problem. I think she’s forgetting it was well after midnight when she called me to come get her. I don’t typically lounge around in my jeans.

“Care to enlighten me on why?” I ask.

“Because they look hot as fuck.”

“What?” I manage to choke out.

“Yeah, look. I can practically see your…”

I look down and see that she’s gesturing to my dick. I turn to face the mirror and realize that you can, in fact, see the outline of my package. “I never noticed that before.”

“Yeah, well...”

“Would you be more comfortable if I changed?” I ask.