“Yeah, maybe I am. Because I’m not perfect, Trent. I’m far from it.”
“What makes you imperfect?” He crosses his arms and puts one hand at his mouth. He’s never asked me this question before.
“A lot of things. I’m not the thin woman I used to be.”
“You’ve had three kids, and I love your body. And I don’t give a shit about anybody else’s perception of your body, and you shouldn’t either.” His tone is forceful. I know he hates when I talk badly about myself. And I certainly could be in worse shape. But despite the fact that my body has done something incredible three times, I don’t love it.
“Everybody thinks I was going to do so much with myself. That I was going to, like, run a company or be head of something. And I’m not any of those things.” There’s a waver in my voice that wasn’t there a moment ago.
Trent takes a step forward, closing the gap between us and taking my biceps in his hands. “Leslie, listen to me. Now and very carefully. You do so much more than you realize. And I know some of it is because you feel like you have to be productive and do something with your time, like PTA and class mom, but you hate them both. Nobody asks you to do those things because despite the fact that our house is cluttered half the time, you keep it clean. You put more effort into our children than most people put into their job. You’re an incredible wife and mother.”
Tears burn in my eyes but don’t fall. “It just doesn’t seem like enough.”
“It’smorethan enough. You gave me three amazing children. That’s more than I could have ever even hoped for. Everything else is just icing on the cake. And your smoking body is just the cherry on top.” He looks intently into my eyes for a moment, and I start to lean toward him.
“Don’t you see, Leslie? To me, youareperfect. And you are perfectforme. And the kids. All four of us are lucky as hell to have you in our lives.”
With that, I close the gap and crash my mouth to his, my arms wrapping around his head and pulling him toward me.
He doesn’t hesitate for a second, looping his arms around my waist and tugging me into his body.
My knees buckle, and I fall against him, causing him to take a step backward. His tongue sweeps into my mouth. It’s the most passionate kiss we’ve shared in who knows how long. Definitely longer than I care to figure out.
His hands land on my hips and start to roam my body, one landing on my ass and grabbing firmly while the other slides up my front to cup my breast.
“You’re perfect, Leslie. Accept it, believe it. Or at least stop trying to make me feel otherwise.”
“Why does that sound so good coming from your lips?” It really does. It doesn’t make me want to flinch away, it doesn’t make me want to protest. Because he sees me, flaws and all, and knows my innermost desires but loves me all the same. Thinks I’m perfect all the same.
“Want to get out of here?” I murmur against his lips.
But a smirk takes over his mouth. “I have a better idea.”
He takes my hand and leads me back into the building. Confusion swirls within me. I practically have to jog behind him as he pulls me into the bowels of the building and down the stairs.
“Trent? Where are we going?” There’s a slight nervous laugh that comes out with the words.
“You’ll see.”
We end up in the basement which contains a few classrooms, including the band and orchestra rooms.
“What are we doing down here?”
“It’s the most private place in the whole school.” He leans in and rests his lips against my ear. “And I’ve always wanted to fuck you down here.”
A shiver runs down my spine in the most delicious way.
“What if we get caught?” It’s not a big concern considering we’re a floor below the gym.
He lifts one shoulder and takes my hands in his. “We’re adults. Who cares. Besides, it adds a little fun to it.”
“How’d you know about this place? You never brought me here before.”
“People talk, I heard things. Plus, it’s not hard to figure out, being down here and far from almost everything else. Besides the rooms were really only used during band and orchestra which was only a few periods a day.”
I’d heard people mention the band room myself. It’s the furthest from anything else and has its own exit doors out of the building.
Without giving me another second to process, he loses a hand in my curls and closes his mouth over mine, his tongue slipping between my lips to glide along mine.
