FIFTY-SEVEN
Audra sat back and stretched her arms above her head. It had been three months and she'd officially decided Jean was the stubbornest man alive. She'd told him so, too. Not that it changed anything.
Her nightly weather forecasts were as predictable as her evenings:
Dark, well below freezing, with a high chance of a storm, but zero chance of s*x.
Slowly but surely, she was getting to him, though. For the last three months since they'd arrived back at Davis, they'd made out like teenagers, exploring and experimenting until he learned to read her body's signals so well she swore he worked magic with his hands and his mouth whenever he touched her. Audra hadn't been shy, either: now she knew his body nearly as well as her own. Well, most of it, anyway. She'd never seen him wit
