We slept in each other’s arms, and when I woke up the next morning, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss Jake softly on the cheek, and to watch his eyes open and then warm with desire as he turned and faced me. Without speaking, we reached for one another, hands moving over the other person’s body, each of us coming alive to the day and the strength of the connection between us. Still in silence, he sank into me as I welcomed him, welcomed the perfect sensation of him filling all the empty spaces I’d carried within me for too long.
Afterward, we shared the shower, which was surprisingly big for a house so small. In the daylight, I could get an even better look at all the magnificent planes and angles of his body, could sink to the floor of the shower enclosure so I could
