“No,” I whisper sharing his smile. “ We can’t.”
“Why can’t we?” He asks. “Gracie’s asleep. I can get you away from under her without even waking her up.”
“No.” I repeat myself.
“We can always lock the bathroom door.”
“Taylor,” I try to sound stern but the thought of taking a shower with my husband is just too damn appealing.
“Jen,” He mocks me.
He
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