I picked up Grant's wash bag and pulled out his deodorant, I raised an arm and stopped looking at his muscles as they striated. "You know Grant doesn't see the beauty in his body so much now," I commented as I wiped the stick a few times into my armpit and then repeated it with the other.
"Maybe it's the new eyes that see the beauty again?" Mark replied.
"I guess," I concluded as I used some wax from the bag and worked it through my hair, plucking and pulling it into place. I finished and turned my head left and right picking at the last of spikes into place.
I left Mark to pamper himself while I picked out some clothes Grant had brought with him. Deciding on some black underwear, black straight leg pants and a tailored white shirt. As I pulled the shirt over my back I was beginning to realise how naturally confident Grant was with his body. I buttoned up the shirt that hugged at my torso leaving sufficient buttons undone to display my acquired cleavage.
I'd been so wrapped up in myself that I'd only just realised that Mark had finished dressing and was waiting for me. "Shall we get some dinner— Grant?"
I smiled, "Great idea." We had steaks of course, and retired to the bar when we'd finished. We sat at a table and talked about the wedding while sipping some whisky. It wasn't until the barman told us he'd be closing soon that we realised it was past 1am.
Back in the room, Mark discarded his clothes where Grant's tidy nature ensured that I hung all mine up. Mark sat in bed expectantly, and I looked at him suspiciously. "Want to join me?" He asked patting the bed.
I rolled my eyes. "OK." I slipped into bed with him, still wearing underwear--Grant always did. We looked at each other for a moment and then Mark turned over and nestled in close to me. His strong back tensed and relaxed against my chest. I whispered goodnight as I leaned across taking his hand in mine.
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