“How about we just get some sleep?”
“That’s probably the best way to go.” Joanne seems reluctant to slip under the covers with me. “Would you like a sleeping aid? And by that I mean a pill, nothing else.” She winks at me again.
“No, thanks. I’m not very big on medication.”
“Aah, more the herbal kind, are you?” She takes a step closer to the bed, but doesn’t hop in yet.
“I just want a clear head tomorrow. Kind of a big day for me.”
“Of course.” At last, she lifts the tip of her side of the duvet.
Perhaps we should have asked for separate blankets. The thought only crosses my mind briefly. Lying under the covers with Professor Ferguson, doing nothing, in this suspended state of will-we won’t-we, is highly arousing. Definitely more erotic than any fantasy I dreamed up when I was still h
