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I told Jack what Grandpa told me while we were getting ready to go to sleep.
He listened carefully as I rested my head on my elbow, lying beside him.
"I married you so I could keep your secrets, Dana," he said. "And protect you. I intend to do that, and to keep my vows."
The way he said it, his head resting on the pillow, his face directed at me, serious but cozy, made me feel warm inside. A nice warm, not the sweaty unbearable heat we get here.
There was nothing to say.
I kissed him, and he responded, deeply, passionately, and my hands started exploring his n***d torso. He only ever used pajama trousers during the night, and only since we started having guests.
For once, I didn't mind the sweat, the clean, fresh smell of lovemaking, our bodies' mixed scent making up for it.
