The next day evening, as Anna was cooking dinner, Tom held her waist from behind and kissed the nape of her neck. ‘You know, Anna, you turned me on yesterday.’
Anna laughed and said, ‘I could sense that last night. You were so hard.’
‘Honest confession, I never thought you would do that.’
‘Honest confession, me neither.’
‘But, you know, I think more than you in that tee, if we can call it that, it was the jealousy of Boyd that turned me on.’
‘I always thought you were possessive.’ Anna said
‘I still am. You are all mine. But, just to flaunt all this. I mean, it did turn me on. What about you?’
‘Umm. I think I liked the attention.’
‘You mean, the attention that you got from Boyd.’
‘Yes.’
‘Can I ask you something?’ Tom asked
‘Yes’
‘Did you get more turned on that Boyd was hard seeing you in that top or did you get more turned on when you knew Boyd was having sex with someone but was thinking of you last night?’
Anna threw a spaghetti at him in mock anger.