The Construction Worker Part 20

Dinner for Three

Please read part 19 first.

We cooked. Which is to say, he cooked and I handed him things and pretended to help. He tasted sauce off a spoon and then off my mouth. Clothes thinned out as the oven heated and soon we were in underpants and t-shirts.

The rain continued but I didn’t care.

We had nowhere to be.

When the timer chimed, we ignored it for a minute because his tongue was in my mouth and my fingers were in his hair and priorities exist for a reason.

We ate at the bench shirtless like idiots. He kept brushing my knee with his and smirking into his plate like I didn’t notice.