He watched as she knelt in front of him, her knees pressing into the worn carpet. “Why?”
“I really need to pee again,” he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Anne nodded, her expression unflappable. “What? But she said nothing, biting her tongue against the rising tide of frustration. She wrapped her small hand around the base, supporting him as he sighed in relief. She leaned forward, her mouth open and ready to accept his offering. The door creaked open, and Tony poked his head in, his expression apologetic. “What are you asking me to do, exactly?”
Tony’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, his grip tightening on the paintbrush. He handed the bottle to Tony. She felt his hands in her hair, guiding her, his breath hitching with every movement she made. It was a secret they shared, a silent bond that had brought them closer than ever before. The first spurt hit her tongue, the familiar taste bringing a strange comfort. “Hey, babe,” he said softly, his voice tentative. The water was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth she’d just tasted.
