rushing through my body after that powerful release.
Once I’ve regained my head, I spray off the wall, not wanting to leave a mess to clean up later—that’s never a pleasant time.
Once out of the shower, I towel off, wrap it around my waist, and stand at the sink to brush my teeth and trim my beard down. I can’t let it get too long, as it can interfere with how tightly my mask fits at work. Once done at the sink, I grab my dirty clothes, fishing my cell out of my jeans pocket before dropping the clothes in the basket. I snag a clean pair of boxers from my drawer and step into them on my way to my beside.
I pull back the blanket and top sheet, then drop on the bed, sliding between the cold sheets. They feel good against my hot skin. I place my phone on the cradle, making sure that it's charging before I roll over and let sleep claim me for the night.
Tuck: Hey, man, you up?
Lee: Yeah, but I just got out of bed. Had a good night, if you know what I mean.
Tuck: I’m sure you did. I was with you when you left the bar last night. I know who you took with you.
Lee: The night did not disappoint.
Tuck: At least one of us got some action last night
Lee: If you’d grow a pair, you could have gotten laid last night
Tuck: Whatever, man, enough about the lack of pussy in my life at the moment. I woke up with an idea this morning.
Lee: And what was that?
Tuck: The big football game is next weekend, we’re both off that day, so why don’t we pull together a big party. We can have a bonfire afterward out back.
Lee: I’m game.
Tuck: Figured you would be. We can start spreading the word, tell everyone to BYOB and a dish to share. I’ll fire up the grill, and I’m sure I can convince my mom to make up a few sides.
Lee: I’m sure Mama Wild will be all over that.
Tuck: You know it.
Tuck: What you got going on today? Allison still at your place?
Lee: She left about ten minutes ago. I don’t have anything going on; when are you picking P up?
I look at the time, and I’ve got about two hours until I’m supposed to be over at Lilly’s to pick her up.
Tuck: A couple of hours. I need to go grab some groceries first. Want to come over later? We can grill up some steaks or something.
Lee: Sure, I’ll head that way at some point. Let you have some father-daughter time before I crash and take over as P’s favorite person.
He loves giving me shit that my daughter loves him the most. He can keep dreaming on that one. No one will ever knock me out of that spot. Not my dad, and definitely not my best friend. Whoever my daughter grows up to fall in love with better be one hell of a man if he wants the spot. I won’t hand it over quickly.
Tuck: See you later fucker.
I drop my phone on the bed next to me and force myself to get up and moving. I need to get some shit done before going to the store and to pick up Paisley.
Once dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I make my way out to the living room, where I flip on the TV before making my way into my kitchen. The open floor plan of my house allows me to see everything. I cook up an easy breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast.
Once fed, I start my list of things to get done around here. I try my best to keep a clean house; that way, nothing takes me long when it is time to clean. I scrub down the counters before running the steam mop over all the hardwood floors in the house, consisting of the kitchen, living room, hall to the front door, and the hall down towards the bedrooms. With things clean, I head for the grocery store.
I’m walking down the aisles, going through the mental checklist of what I need for the next few days, knowing what Paisley prefers to eat and making sure I’ve got everything she’ll want. We’re pretty lucky that she isn’t a super picky eater. She easily eats all her fruits and veggies, which not many four-year-olds do.
“Hey, Tuck.” I hear the sweetest voice call my name from a few feet