Page 32 of True Blue

“She just said you were quiet,” Teddy shrugs. “She thought maybe you were unhappy with the food, or were expecting something better.”

My stomach drops.

Now I feel awful, suddenly convinced I’ve come off as cold again—my expression unreadable, thanks to my resting bitch face, and my anxiety making me seem distant.

“No! The meal was fine. I was just…” I sigh, shaking my head. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long day.”

“No, honey. Don’t apologize. I get it,” Teddy soothes, shaking his head. “I told her you worked today, so you were just tired. No big deal. Next time will be better.”

I barely catch my grimace.

Next time.

“Why don’t you go get in the shower and relax?” Teddy kisses my cheek.

When he tries to step away, I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Come with me,” I purr, my exhaustion now shifting into something else.

Seeing sweaty Teddy today, and then freshly showered Teddy smelling like his soap was kind of torturous. He seemed to know it too, smirking at me through dinner when I would surreptitiously sniff the air around him.

I’m just glad it’s reciprocated, because Teddy momentarily looks like he was knocked over the head at the sound of my purr, eyes heavy and glazed, mouth slack.

“Yeah?” he rasps.

“Mhm,” I lean in, brushing my lips against his cheek, trailing to his ear. His whole body shudders. “I’ll let you wash my back… and other hard-to-reach places.”

Suddenly, I’m airborne, tossed over Teddy’s shoulder like he’s a caveman.

My surprised squeal dissolves into laughter as Teddy stomps us toward my tiny bathroom. He puts me down and turns to start the shower, adjusting the temperature. I quickly strip out my scrubs and toss them in my hamper.

When Teddy turns back and sees me completely naked—I realize for the first time—his eyes go wide, and he swallows. His eyes trail up and down. Up and down. Lingering on my breasts and neatly groomed, very wet pussy.

“Indie…” he breathes.

Another tip from a female professor: stay in shape. This career demands it. Lifting patients and equipment or sprinting to help someone—all are realities in my field. Even specializing doesn’t mean the physical part disappears, so I work out at the nearby gym and take a yoga class three times a week.

My body is strong, and it reflects in my core and legs. I’m proud of this body, and of this mind. I worked hard for it, so having Teddy—whose opinion I care about more than anyone else’s—appreciate it feels amazing.

I grin and reach up to tug the tie out of my hair, using my other hand to undo the braid. Teddy’s eyes glaze over at this as I step around him toward the shower.

Looking over my shoulder, I tease, “Coming?”

“Hopefully,” he mutters as he clumsily takes his own clothes off and joins me.

Unfortunately, my stall shower is too small for us to have any fun besides washing each other, but to be honest, that’s fun enough.

Teddy pays extra close, special attention to my breasts. He takes his time, making sure they are thoroughly clean, making me giggle. But he also cares for me in a way that makes tears sting my eyes.

He washes my hair tenderly, with his strong fingers massaging my tense scalp.

“That feels nice,” I sigh, feeling soft lips press against mine briefly. “Thank you, Teddy.”

“Of course, honey,” he rumbles, tilting my head back into the spray, using a hand to block my eyes.

He even washes my face, which is something no one has ever done before. No one has ever cared about me like this. I sniff and hope that the tears pouring down my cheeks blend into the warm spray.

“Keep those pretty eyes closed,” he whispers, gently brushing the soap from my face as he tilts my face back into the spray. “There you go.”