96 Millie

THERE iS a small knock on the door before it cracks open. “Millie?”

‘’Why are you knocking? We sleep in the same room.’’ I narrow my eyes. Then again, if you don’t want to have sex with me don’t come in,” I warn the only person who could be knocking on the door.

Despite my warning, he opens it and stands there in all his glory. Same suit, same everything, face and frown and all.

I stand there in my thankfully matching green bra and panties.

I am standing with the towel in my hands, and I keep standing there as his hungry eyes takes in every inch of my half-naked body.

I have hips now, but I like them. I like that there is more curve to me, a curve that love the touch of his hands.

My boobs are much bigger from giving birth, but Asher doesn’t seem to mind. I’ve never been happier to have almost C cups now as I’ve been when I caught his eyes on them a time or two.

In any case, we stand just like that, him in the doorway with eyes glued to me, me in the middle of the room with my b