Jonathan…
"Are we going swimming?" I asked, and she smiled when she saw a look of disappointment on my face. "No, unless you want to sleep beside me," she said, looking at me.
"I can’t," I replied painfully.
Aggravated, I looked for my duffel bag and found it atop a luggage rack by the bathroom. I went to it, needing to do something other than see her disillusionment and regret.
"I don’t want you sleeping on the couch," she called after me.
"I wasn’t planning on sleeping." I grabbed my grooming kit and went into the bathroom.
The lights came on as soon as I entered, revealing a pedestal sink and freestanding tub. I turned on the taps in the floating glass shower and took off my shirt. The door opened, and Felicity stepped in. I glanced at her, pausing with my hand on the fly of my sh
