"Too well," he said.

"Good."

I walked past him into the house, leaving him sitting there.

Alone.

Hard.

Wanting.

---

The next afternoon, my mom went to run errands.

"I'll be back in a few hours!" she called. "Marcus, can you start dinner?"

"Sure."

The door closed behind her.

And we were alone.

I was upstairs. Needed a shower. Was gross and sweaty from lying in the sun.

I grabbed clean clothes. Went to the bathroom. Started the water.

Then realized I'd forgotten my towel.

Fuck.

I looked around. There was a hand towel on the rack. Too small. Way too small.

But it would have to do.

I showered...