RIVER

When I get back home from shooting paintballs, which I now suddenly find therapeutic, Taylor is rushing around in the kitchen, a pop song playing loudly through a speaker, so he does not hear me come in.

Why did the thought of scaring him suddenly excite me? I watched him flex his muscles, of course, shirtless, with only the strings of the apron showing on the other side of his body as he continued to stir and move his body to the sound of the music.

My eyes caught the player, and I ...