Chapter 42
Evan lay still in the cozy darkness of his bedroom, his hand on Anne’s waist. She was sleeping quietly, but he knew that wouldn’t last much longer. He didn’t need to look at the clock to be sure. His own body’s clock woke him most nights just before she did.
The first couple of months had been rough, and Evan could admit that to himself now. He’d been red-eyed and bleary enough that people at work had asked him if he was sick. He’d just said he had a new girlfriend. Thankfully they’d just laughed and patted him on the back instead of asking any more questions.
He knew they assumed he was losing sleep because of all the s*x, and that part had definitely been nice. Better than he’d imagined, actually, and he’d been imagining making love to Anne since he’d learned what that mean
