"I don't think we can spend the whole day here having sex in your brother's house," I said, sprawled across August's chest. We'd traded the kitchen floor for the couch.

"I'm sure he won't mind, considering he's our marriage's biggest fan." August lazily stroked my back, sending pleasant shivers through me.

"Come on, let's go. I need a shower, and I'm not using his bathroom."

I climbed to my feet and pulled August up with me. He came reluctantly.

Once we got home, he said he had to work.