“Fuck!” Conrad cursed closed shower room.

We were camped out in my room babysitting the kids, the girls had gone out and unlike the home situation at Conrad’s house our maids weren’t live in and after they’d done their due they’d rightly left. The kids were a handful with their fits and tantrums. We could only afford to have one shower at a time when the other was watching the kids.

I glanced to the bed behind me from my closet and saw the twins sitting atop my bed where they were building something horrendous peacefully and crossed the room to the bathroom door “You ok?” I asked with my ear and entire left body flat against the door.

Without warning the door flew open and I fell, but not on the floor and not on the carpet. No I felt right into a hard, damp and bare chest. Conrad’s who was still dripping from his shower with only a towel wrapped on his lower form. His hands swiftly helped me up by my lower back.

I looked into those coffee eyes admiring their beauty the melanin in them so pigmented, the honey against the copper against the sage so decadent so sinfully beautiful and for a second my mind wondered why he hadn’t complained or showed any disdain for my…whatever this was…Anyway his gaze held mine in a way that sent a jolt of electricity down my chest and it may have been wishful thinking but I saw his eyes travel from my eyes to my lips then back to my eyes on a slow loop like a boomerang I also felt his heart beat racing just as fast as mine but maybe that was panic setting in him.

His grip on my waist slightly lowered to my hips and the bold part in me realize his hands were touching my body which made me heat up instantly. Deliberately I licked my bottom lick contemplating kissing Conrad Beaufort and when his breath hitched I figured why the hell not.

“O’ no you ph-ell?” but before my lips hit his, one of the twins said.

For the first time since the impact that’s when I realized. We had fallen to the floor literally and I was straddling Conrad who now dropped his hands off my hips as though my hips were lava. The twins giggled finding joy and amusement in ‘grown ups’ acting childishly as we teetered standing up. The fall had to have hurt Conrad in some way and when I stole a glance at him sure enough he was rubbing the back of his head, his eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m sorry I heard you cursing in there and just wanted t…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence since the universe decided to screw with me again when Conrad’s towel dropped. Leaving him totally nude as the day he was born and the five year old twins ran out of the room in fits of mischievous laughter.

Without thinking I bent on my knees to pick up the towel for a very visibly red and mortified Conrad.

Here’s the picture my dress shirt was unbuttoned from the kids who’d been fighting over toys earlier and in pulling them apart my shirt buttons became collateral damage. Still in the picture it was as though I was on my knees in front of Conrad Beaufort with a tennis ball sized space between us. Same Conrad who was completely naked with his dick right in my peripheral view, yes and my homophobic dad decided to enter the room unexpectedly.