Life is still going on. I’m still working.
But at the same time, it feels like everything is standing still.
I feel like I’m walking with sludge most days.
Right now, I’m just getting ready to go back to the apartment to spend the night with Casey.
I’m living between the beach house and the apartment at the moment. But, for obvious reasons, I’ve been spending more time at the apartment with Casey.
I came to the beach house from Grady’s to spend some time with Adam before he goes out with Max. With me working all the hours I can and spending every spare moment with Casey, Adam and I haven’t seen much of each other these last five days since we got back.
But tonight is Adam’s bachelor party. Max insisted on it, considering he’d missed out on throwing Adam one before we got married, and he talked Adam into it with a kind reminder that he was pissed that he couldn’t be there when Adam and I got married.
That worked. So, Max has organized a night out with Grady and the guys from the Shack. They’re going to hit up some bars, and because Adam and Max are too young to drink, my husband and his best friend will be making good use of their fake IDs tonight.
Casey and my night together is going to be a mini bachelorette party, consisting of Disney movies and eating candy. And I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it.
“I don’t have to go out.” Adam comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He smells freshly showered with aftershave.
Shoving the last of my dirty clothes into the laundry basket, I turn to him. I’m starting laundry before I leave because I’ve run out of clean work clothes, and I need some for tomorrow. On top of everything else, the washer at the apartment is broken.
He looks so handsome in his black shirt and blue jeans with his hair tied back from his face.
“No, go out, and have fun,” I tell him, lifting my hand to his face. I run my fingertips over his scruff.
“Well, at least let me drive you to the apartment before I go.” He turns his face into my hand, kissing my palm.
I glance at the clock on the wall, seeing the time. “You can’t. You’re going out soon. I need to put this laundry in the wash. Then, I’m gonna wait for it to finish, so I can throw it in the dryer. That way, it’ll be ready for me in the morning.”
“I can wait with you until it’s done.”
I let out a laugh. “There is no way that Max will wait an hour for my wash cycle to finish.” I press my hand to his chest. “It’s fine. I’ll get the bus.”
“I don’t like you getting the bus, and it’ll be dark out by then.”
“I know, but I’ll be fine. The stop is right outside. And Dad is going to meet me at the other end.”
He stares at me for a long moment. “Okay. But you’re gonna need these clothes in the morning?”
“Yeah, I’ll stop by before work, so I can get changed.”
“No, I’ll come to the apartment in the morning and bring your clothes to you. Then, I’ll drive you to work. Okay, wife?” He brushes his nose over mine, shifting closer.
“Yes, husband.” I grin, knowing the reaction I’ll get.
He groans, pushing his hips against mine. I can feel him getting hard already.
“God, hearing you say that…”
“I know.” I slip my hands around his back.
“Hey, fucker!” We hear Max’s voice yell up the stairs. “Taxi’s here!”
Adam lets out a sigh and then releases me.
I pick up the laundry bag, but he takes it from me, and I follow him downstairs.
Max is already outside, heading for the taxi, and the front door is open.
“Where are you meeting Grady and the guys?” I ask Adam.
“Duke’s,” he tells me. “Gonna grab something to eat first and then hit up some bars.”
“Well, have fun.”
“I’ll try.” He puts the laundry bag down and wraps his arms around me. “But it’ll be hard without you there.”