Sixteen
Roy and I spent our entire last day in Split provisioning. While I knew there would be plenty of supplies in Corfu, Split was a bigger city, and it was better to grab as much as we could here before leaving. Roy and I made careful notes, going through our list and writing down things we were having trouble finding.
It was good to have the distraction, something else to think about other than Seb. He had climbed back into bed with me the night before and cradled me to sleep. That morning, he had woken me gently, caressing and kissing until he slipped inside from behind, a slow and warm session before I’d even opened my eyes.
The memories kept popping into my thoughts, no matter how busy I was. But they didn’t linger long.
Between food deliveries, we also made two days’ worth of
