AFTER THAT overwhelming, blissful moment with Eliezer, they lay side by side on the bed. Sianna rested her head on one of his arms, while he lay on his side facing her, his other arm wrapped securely around her body.
The comforter covered their bare forms.
She felt too lazy to move. All she wanted was to stay like that, close to him. Even getting dressed felt like too much effort.
Eliezer didn’t complain about their position. Not even once.
After a while, Sianna shifted slightly, turning onto her side so she could face him too. Her arm moved instinctively, wrapping around him as she pressed herself closer against his body.
Eliezer responded by draping one of his legs over hers.
She didn’t protest.
Does he like this too? she wondered. Does he feel the same warmth I do?
“Are you hung
