Chapter 17Wills was up before the alarm went off. He was quiet, but without him in my arms, I woke up anyway. He was heading toward the bathroom,
I could still feel what he’d done to me, and if he’d been a paying customer, I would have cheerfully refunded his money and tipped him as well.
The shower went on, and I rolled out of bed, intending to join him. As I neared the door, I heard him singing, something about being in love perchance, and I came to a halt. The song was one of those old standards he seemed to like so much, and he sang it with such heart, his voice curling around the words, caressing them.
Could it mean he…cared…about me beyond being a good time in bed?
No, I was reaching, but…What would it be like to have him here always, to wake every morning to the sound of the sho
