The Unhoneymooners

I hear the wet splat of his board shorts just as I’m working my bikini bottom down my shivering legs, and am highly aware that Ethan’s butt is probably only inches away from mine.
I experience a moment of pure terror when I imagine how mortifying it would be for our cold, wet butt cheeks to touch.

I slide open the door as quietly as I can; he looks pretty relaxed.
I’m sure he’s thinking about drowning puppies, but I’m not here to judge.

I’m so used to seeing our faces together, so used to how she fits against my shoulder. I love her eyes and her skin and her smile. I love our wild moments and our quiet ones. Love fighting and fucking and laughing with her. I love how easy we look side by side