I let the water soak my entire body, raking my hands through my wet hair.

"Stop hogging the shower head," Zach whispered, trailing his hands down my sides.

"Do something about it," I said, tilting my head over as I continued to stand under the water.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my neck, eliminating the space between us.

"Hey, come here," I muttered, turning around to face him.

"Gladly," he said, making me grab his chin and pull his lips to mine.

He smiled against my lips and trailed his hands down my back, pulling me closer to him.

It was official- Zach and I couldn't stay away from each other. We couldn't get off of each other, we couldn't be more than five feet apart or else we'd both freak out.

"I'd fuck you if my mom wasn't home," he breathlessly whispered, his forehead falling against mine as the water soaked us.

I smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before stepping away.

"'Cause you can't be quiet for shit," he muttered, turning off the shower water.

"Mm," I muttered, opening the shower door. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my hips, raking my wet hair away from my face.

He stepped out behind me, blowing out a breath. "Whew. Cold showers fucking hit."

"My fucking body is hurting," I said, pressing my thumbs into my back.

"Well, pain is beauty," he said, grabbing my towel as he walked by, making it fall. I grabbed it before it could hit the ground, looking at him as I wrapped it around my hips.

"Acting like I haven't seen literally everything you've got already," he snickered, trailing his eyes down me as he walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

I followed, leaning down to check my phone.

I chuckled. "Zach, babe, come here."

"Hm?" He asked.

"Look," I said, showing him my phone.

"Taking your mom to a hotel this weekend because I want to fuck her brains out in peace without you and your sister disturbing us," he said, making me grimace and look back at him.

"That is basically what that message said, Henry."

"You know, they're in marriage counseling," I said, "couples therapy, some shit like that."

"Damn," he said, "at least they care about fixing their problems."

"Yeah, I guess," I said.

He dropped his towel and walked into his closet, coming out shortly after in a pair of sweatpants.

"I can see your entire dick."

"Yeah, that's kinda the point," he said, looking over at me as he sat on the edge of his bed.

I chuckled and stood up, grabbing my sweatpants from the floor. I stepped into them and stood in front of his mirror, subtly flexing.

"You're such a fucking meathead," he said, "but I kinda love it."

I chuckled, lifting both of my arms and flexing. He let out a breath, shaking his head. "Arnold."

"Hey, don't say that, boosting my ego and shit," I said, smiling as he stood up.

"Yeah?" He asked, pressing a kiss to my lips.

"I'm thirsty," I said, "can I go grab a water?"

"No, you're not allowed in the fridge," he deadpanned, opening his bedroom door, "yes. Come on."

I followed him downstairs, seeing his Mom on her peloton bike. She was blaring music, and obviously tuning out anything else besides the workout she was following.

Zach leaned against the counter, watching her as he took a sip of his water. "Hey, you've literally soaked your shirt. Think it's time for a break?"

She stopped pedaling, panting as she turned around to face us. "Yeah."

I clenched my jaw, trailing my eyes down her as she stood. I couldn't lie- I was constantly reminded of the fact that I was still interested in women when I saw Zach's mom. She was beautiful.

But her son? He was addictive.

"Boys just get done showering together?" His mom flatly asked, wiping off her neck with her towel.

My eyes went wide, making me look over at Zach. "N-no."

"Yes," Zach said, "we did. You're acting like my mom doesn't know we're together."

"N-no, I just- I just-"

"Really, it's fine," his mom said, "I've seen worse regarding Zach."

I chuckled, placing my tongue in my bottom lip. I wasn't a jealous person, but hearing of Zach's past before me, I got jealous. Easily, at that.

He trailed his hand down my abdomen, pressing a kiss to my lips as he walked by. He smiled as he pulled away, pressing another kiss to the corner of my mouth. I smiled, gulping. Zach still made me wildly nervous.

"Hey, I'm going to shower, and then maybe we could watch a movie?" His mom suggested, "unless you need to be home, Henry."

"No, that's okay," I said, "sounds good."

She walked upstairs, making Zach grin. "Surprised you didn't start jerking off when she suggested spending time together."

"Shut up," I said, bracing my elbows on the island behind me.

"I could give you head right now," he said, "man, you look good."

He winked, walking into the living room, leaving me with a smile on my face.

~*~

"So, this is the venue that is included in the package. You don't have to use this venue, but it is definitely encouraged," I said, "if you do, everything is covered by us, and completely stress-free for you two. Which is a must, am I right?"

The young couple excitedly nodded, gawking at the interior of my personal venue. "This is perfect. It's going to be perfect for the theme."

"Great," I said, shooting them a glance as I checked the yes box on iPad.

They were so young and in love. I smiled a subtle smile, remembering when Fred and I were about to get married.

"This is a beautiful venue," the soon-to-be bride said, "and this is all yours?"

"Yes, it is," I said, smiling, "my husband and I bought this when we were younger, right when I started taking off and getting a lot of clients."

"Your husband is Mr. King, right?" The groom asked, shooting me a smile.

"Uh, one of them, yes," I giggled, "Fred. Freddy King."

Even if Fred and I were having to go through therapy currently, I still admired him. Every inch of him.

"He's a good man," he said, nodding with a smile.

"That he is," I said, biting down on my lip, "well, I'm going to run back to the office, you guys stay in here as long as you'd like. Brainstorm, envision your decorations. Take as much time as you need."

"Perfect, thank you," the bride said.

It was obvious how excited she was to marry him- I just hoped that excitement lived on and didn't ever fade for the pair.

I walked out of the venue, looking behind me at it. I smiled and thought if I had the chance to marry Fred King again, it'd be here.

I walked to my building, set far off from the venue itself, and closed the door behind me. I placed my iPad on my desk, sitting on the edge of it as I braced my palms on the surface behind me.

"Hey."

I gasped, jumping at the sound of the deep voice behind me. I turned on my lamp and Fred sat in the chair, a subtle smirk on his face.

"You fucking scared me," I breathed out, standing up.

"My apologies."

"Hi," I greeted, raking my hand through my hair, "wh-what are you doing here?"

"I brought you lunch," he said, "thought you'd kill me if I went to Bella's and didn't bring back your favorite."

"You went to Bella's?" I gasped, pulling the bag towards me.

He chuckled. "Yeah, we had a meeting with Valentina. She came in all the way from her year-long vacation in Florence."

"Did you tell her we would've come to her?" I deadpanned, opening the to-go box.

He smiled, folding his hands together in front of his abdomen.

"Mm," I moaned, searching around for a fork, "this, this smells delicious."

I could feel his eyes fixated on me, making me look at him as I ripped open the plastic silverware waiting on me.

"What's wrong?"

He licked his bottom lip, trailing his eyes down me as he shifted in my chair. "I want you to come ride my dick."

I knew my change in expression was obvious- my eyes went round, my lips pursed together as my eyes slowly met his.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"You heard me," he said, nodding.

"Fred, I-I have, um," I began, stumbling on my words, "I have clients here."

He shrugged. "Let them see."

"Fred."

"So they know what marriage sex is like," he said, "how they're still going to fucking crave each other thirty years later."

He unbuckled his belt, his eyes locked on mine.

"Come on," he said, pulling his shirt out of his pants.

I seemed to lose my entire train of thought. I hastily walked around my desk and to my chair, straddling his lap.

He grabbed my neck, his infamous smirk playing on his face. "I like this. Anything I tell you to do, you're gonna do it now."

I nodded, pulling my dress down beneath my chest. I ripped open my wildly convenient front-clasp bra, making him look down at my chest with a smile.

"Mm," he groaned, keeping his eyes locked on me as he wrapped his lips around my nipple.

"Fred," I softly moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He gripped my hips and moved them against him, making me lean my head back with a heavy sigh. I lifted my dress to sit in the curve of my waist, palming his hardened length beneath me.

"I want you," I whispered in his ear, pressing a needy kiss to his neck.

He teased my bundle of nerves with his thumb, moving my underwear to the side. I let out a moan, bracing my hand against the back of my chair.

"Fred, I want your dick," I firmly said, my eyes meeting his.

"Well come and fucking get it," he said, his eyes boring into my own.

Wow, was that a mini-orgasm you just had?

I couldn't help the moan that came out of my mouth, impatiently unbuttoning his slacks and pushing his underwear down. I wrapped my hand around his length, keeping my eyes locked on his as I let a line of spit fall from my lips and fall on his dick.

He chuckled, grabbing my face. "You're fucking amazing."

I stood up, keeping my hand on the back of his neck as I lowered myself down onto his length. His husky groan mixed with my loud, needy moan, making me wrap my arms around his neck.

"Oh, my God," I moaned, moving against him. It was needy- Fred and I hadn't had needy sex in a while.

"Fuck me!" I yelled, leaning my head back.

"You fucking like that?" He asked, pressing a kiss to my throat.

"I fucking love it," I moaned.

He moved my hips for me, rubbing my bundle of nerves while doing so. Sure, Fred had his flaws, but sex was not something he needed help with.

I leaned back, gasping as I almost fell, but he skillfully wrapped a strong arm around me before I could. I giggled and he chuckled, roughly grabbing my face with his free hand.

"Desk," I whimpered, "f-fuck me on my desk."

He stood up, keeping me in his arms, and making sure to stay inside me. He laid me on the desk and I trailed my hands up my abdomen, covering my chest as I bit down on my lip.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, smiling up at him. He braced his palms on the surface beneath us, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he thrusted in me at a punishingly fast pace.

"Baby," I whimpered, "fuck, baby."

"Your pussy is fucking addictive, Alexis," he said, "it always fucking has been."

I let out a breath, pulling his body down to mine. I eliminated all the space between us, trailing my hands down his muscular back.

"You're mine," he whispered in my ear, "you're always gonna be mine. You've always been mine."

I nodded, my lips parting as I felt an orgasm building. I dug my nails into his back, tilting my head over to press my lips against his for a passionate kiss.

He pulled away, and for a split second, there was a sense of purity. Sex was much more than just physical bliss for Fred and I- it had always been one of our ways of connecting on a deeper level.

"Hi," I whispered, trailing my fingertips down his cheek as I smiled.

"Hey," he said, smiling as he began thrusting into me harder.

I bit down on my lip and leaned my head back against the desk, reaching behind me to grab something to hold onto. I gripped the edge of the desk, moans flowing freely from my lips.

"Come for me," he said, dipping his fingers in my mouth. He pulled them out shortly after and began rubbing my bud, his eyes fixated on me.

"Baby, I'm coming," I moaned, "baby-"

We came at the same time, our bodies shaking with pleasure. I leaned my head back and listened to his groans, smiling up at my ceiling.

"Fuck," he eventually sighed, falling against me.

I looked up at him as he leaned up, trailing my hands down his abdomen, which was still covered by his powder blue button down.

"That was nice," I whispered, looking up at him.

He nodded, smiling down at me. "Look at us, following our counselor's directions."

I giggled and propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he pulled out of me. He knelt down and pushed my legs apart, making my head fall back and a sigh of relief fill the otherwise quiet room.

He used his tongue to clean up the mess I'd made, his eyes locked on me the entire time.

"Beautiful," he whispered, standing up.

I looked up at him, trailing my fingertips down his arm. "I can't stop touching you."

"No complaints here," he said, pulling his underwear and slacks up.

I sat upright and pushed my underwear back where they were supposed to be, clasping my bra and adjusting my dress to cover all the areas it needed to cover, but currently was not.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, pulling my hair down from the updo I had it in. "It was a little messy."

He ruffled his fingers through my curls, pulling my hair around to rest on either side of my neck. He smiled, lifting an eyebrow. "I could be a hairstylist."

"I'm sure of it," I giggled, sliding off of my desk.

"Damn, we fucked with your heels on," he said, "we haven't done that since we were in our twenties."

I pressed a kiss to his cheek as I stood up, wrapping my arm around his neck. "That was really good."

"Agreed," he said, palming my backside as I continued to smother his neck and cheek in kisses.

He cleared his throat, making me turn around. "O-oh. Hi."

The young couple stood in front of us, giggling. "Hi."

"Sorry," I awkwardly said, scratching the back of my neck.

"No, it's good to know that fire will still be there twenty years from now," the groom said, chuckling.

I smiled over at Fred. "Oh, it sure will."

~*~

"Man, I still can't fucking believe U-Dub," Eros said, chuckling as he cradled his phone between his shoulder and ear, "I know, dude."

I smiled a tight smile. Eros was on the phone with his brother, and couldn't stop talking about U-Dub.

I was happy for him- of course I was. I wished him success in every aspect of life.

"I don't know," he said, "I mean, UCLA is the big goal, but I'd be stupid to, like, not even consider U-Dub, you know what I mean?"

I tapped my fingers against the kitchen island, chewing on my lip as I waited on him to be done with his call.

He looked over at me, holding up his index finger. "Hey, Jo and I are about to watch a movie. Have a little date night. Might get laid."

"Eros," I said, unable to stop my giggle.

He chuckled and pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead. "Alright, I'll talk to you later, man. Love you."

He hung up, placing his phone on the island. "Whew. Talking to him is like a sport. You know, he's got a 4.0 right now?"

"GPA?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he said, "I feel like the disappointment."

"You're not a disappointment, or anywhere near one," I said, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

He rubbed my forearm, opening the fridge. "Let's make some cookies before we start our movie."

"Or we could just eat the dough raw," I said, looking up at him, "I like it raw."

He smiled down at me, biting down on his lip. "Yeah, I do, too."

I scoffed and gave his arm a gentle slap, grinning as I wedged myself between him and the refrigerator door. "Hm. We have chocolate chip or sugar. Which ones?"

He rested his hands on my hips, pressing a kiss to my ear. "Surprise me."

I closed my eyes and reached into the fridge, pulling out one. I opened my eyes and saw that I'd grabbed the sugar cookies, smiling up at him. "These were the ones I wanted."

He smiled and let go of me, making me walk around the island. I opened the pack of cookies and pulled out one, popping the raw dough into my mouth.

"They're so much better like this."

He leaned against the island, picking up one. He bit down on it and placed it back down, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing his arm.

"My neck is fucking cement," he said, "I've been training hard, that sponsor from U-Dub is coming to our next game."

I let out a sigh, nodding. "Right."

He didn't say anything, but his eyes were telling me everything I needed to know. He knew my excitement for him was fading, but only because I wouldn't be going with him.

"What?" I softly asked.

"I didn't say anything," he muttered, looking away from me.

"Your eyes did."

"I can see it, Jo," he said.

"You can see what?" I asked, grabbing another raw cookie.

"You're not happy for me," he softly said, shaking his head.

"I am happy for you," I argued.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes locked on mine.

"I'm happy for you," I said, and even though I tried to make it sound convincing, I knew from his perspective, it most certainly was not in the slightest.

"No, you're not," he said, standing upright.

"E," I said.

"Jo, we talked about this," he said.

"You're right, we did," I said, "and I'm going through an old Josie moment. I'm being selfish."

He sighed, looking down at me.

"E, life without you is not something I'm interested in," I said, shaking my head.

"Josie, baby, it's college," he said, "alright, I'm still holding out for UCLA. I'm holding out for the idea of doing the entire thing with you. But I'd be stupid to just not consider U-Dub, or not be excited. That's a big deal, baby."

"I know it is," I said.

"Then why can't you be happy for me?"

"Because I'm not going with you, Eros," I said, looking up at him.

He looked down at me, shaking his head. "Josie, I don't look at other girls-"

"It's not that, E," I said, "it's that I want you in my life. All the time. I want to be invading each other's space."

He pulled me into him for a hug, his hand on the back of my head.

"I'm not going to give up on UCLA, Jo," he said, pulling away from me, "in fact, if they called me right now, you know what I'd say to U-Dub? I'd say fuck you, I'm going to UCLA with my girl."

I smiled up at him, biting down on my lip.

"But they haven't, Jo," he said, grabbing my hand.