The party is over, Ryan leans back against the headboard, satisfied. His hand gently caresses Eudora's bareback, savoring the silky smooth feel of her skin. He feels that if he could have a cigar now, it would be no different from being in heaven. But he remembers that Eudora dislikes the smell of cigarettes, so he holds back his cravings.
He asks, “What were you thinking about in the kitchen earlier? You were so lost in thought, I was there for a while and you didn't even notice.”
Eudora has been so well-behaved today, he feels like he should show off a little. If she wants something, he can indulge her, as a reward.
Eudora's hands unconsciously grip the blanket, revealing her tension and anxiety. She has heard that men are more open to talking after they have been satisfied. Perhaps…
