Crow lay in bed. He was anxious to get started, but his wounds held him back. His vision was normal now, and the headaches gone, but he still had dizzy spells. He"d finally drifted off to sleep when he heard the door open. He felt the cold handle of the pistol in his hand, his thumb resting on the hammer ready to c**k it. Mary closed the door and came to his bed. Without a word, she dropped her robe to the floor. Moonlight through the window painted her nude body creating erotic shadows.
Crow pulled back the covers, and she slipped in beside him. He cradled her head on his arm. Gently, he curled his arm, so she faced him. He kissed her softly, first her eyes, then her cheek, then her lips. At first, they held back, moving slowly, making the moment last, exploring, teasing, gentle, loving.
