Trashy Massage

I pulled the blankets over the bed and rearranged the pillows for the hundredth time since I came up to my room, my eyes never leaving the door. We hurried back from the park almost two hours ago, after a drizzle. These two hours had been the longest, or maybe it was because I could not get my mind to think of anything that was not my hands on Lucas's body.

Lucas put the kids to bed and read them their bedtime stories while I went to my room. Knowing that he enjoyed spending time with the kids only warmed my heart more. But instead of taking a break as I expected to, I found myself waiting for Lucas, almost impatiently. I had heard him come out of the kid's room a few minutes ago, and I half expected him to be here now, but he wasn't.

I turned on my back and slumped on the bed, disappointment running thro