Tessa.

“Wear the shorts.”

Grant said it when I walked into the kitchen the next morning. Helen was at the stove with her back to us. I had the shorts on like he told me. No underwear. I could still feel him leaking out of me from last night every time I took a step.

Helen turned around smiling.

“There she is. Grant said you two finalized the gift. I am so proud of you for including him.”

I sat down. Grant set a plate in front of me and his fingers brushed the inside of my thigh under the table like he was checking I had listened.

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