CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 29 When I opened my eyes, there was a lovely smell of full English breakfast in the room. I rolled over to my side and saw a large pot of tea and a tray covered by two lids on the table. I smiled sleepily. I looked around the room. There was no sign of Gary. Sheila had been right about Gary not sleeping well when he’d been drinking. The night before, he had made love to me slowly and apologetically; so slowly that I had been on the verge of frustration. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed it – of course I had. I just didn’t like the change in him within a single day. He had fallen asleep next to me afterwards in an uncomfortable-looking position on his stomach, half of his face buried in the pillow. Despite his exhaustion, he hadn’t appeared to sleep well. I had watched him for a long time
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