Chapter Four
I came back to our room just as dawn was breaking. I slipped off my clothes, leaving them on the floor, and crept into bed. The warmth of Henry’s body was inviting. I knew I must smell of s*x, of s*x with Alain. It might be, literally, rubbing Henry’s nose in it to get close, but I felt emboldened. Hadn’t Henry said to have the courage of my convictions? I did not intend to be apologetic; better to be open about it all. And although it was possible Henry might reject me, I thought it would be a good thing to show him that I still desired him. He was sleeping spread-eagled on his back, and I reached out to touch his belly, running my hand over it, straight down to his c**k. I wasn’t surprised to find it swollen, not rock-hard but certainly not soft; I knew that men often had e
