“I don’t wanna mess this up…” he said, his gaze on the bedcover beside her head, his hand tracing one of the lines in the pattern.“Didn’t exactly feel like you were in the process of messing things up,” she said softly and reached out to touch his face.“You don’t think so, huh?” He leaned into her
Three minutes later Joe returned, a chocolate bar in his left hand and a glass of milk in his right.“I see chocolate,” D chirped with a greedy grin. She had sat up and was leaning against the headboard. “Come here…” Like a lazy princess she waved for him to come over.Stopping at his desk, Joe set
He was going for a mind-sweeping kiss here – one that would swipe her mind of any reservations there might still be. Even if, right now, she didn’t seem very reserved anyway. But he’d rather be absolutely sure…His own reservations were all gone by now. And having her so close just confirmed that ke
Joe woke up around three, feeling really thirsty.It took him a second to grasp where he was (not in the cabin anymore) and that he was not alone.The realization caused a flash of excitement.D was sleeping far on her side of the bed.He remembered how she had always used to do that. No matter how
“Let’s try,” she whispered and moved her hand down to his stomach.“Okay,” he put his hand back ontop of hers and slid his fingers between hers.It took only minutes until her breathing slowed down and a slight twitching of her hand told him that she was asleep again.Listening to her breathing and
"Morning, my love," Liz chirped, entering the kitchen. Joe looked up from the newspaper he'd laid out on the table and placed his coffee mug down. He maintained a stoic expression while observing her traverse the kitchen, her lengthy blonde locks still moist from her shower, her pink silk kimono ca
Since that moment, he had been diligent in minimizing his contact and interactions with her. Despite her attempts to sweet-talk and reconcile, he had consistently kept her at arm's length. At his workplace, he meticulously handled pending tasks, rescheduled his flight to Amsterdam, and engaged in a
D woke from her slumber to the sound of the neighbor's small dog yapping outside her window. Still groggy, she reached for the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was already ten o'clock? She rarely slept past nine on weekends, but last night she had stayed up watching TV until well past midnight,