CHAPTER 8
Michael didn't sleep particularly well Sunday night. After two nights of Sheridan's lush body twined around his, the bed had never felt so lonely. It made him want to reconsider his decision to live separately during the week, but he knew such feelings were treacherous. We have a long way to go before such a commitment is appropriate. I really do want to marry Sheridan someday, and such a goal is worth a short-term sacrifice. He found the thought of marriage both compelling and deeply disconcerting, like deciding to become intimate for the first time, but he couldn't stop wanting it.
I'll be glad to see her at work today. Nearly a decade of repressed longing can't be satisfied in two days, however delicious they may have been.
Grumbling, he dragged himself from the bed, cursin
