I don't want to get up, I don't want to open my eyes. I'm lying so peacefully that the urge to stay in bed hugging her body tempts me. I have things to do, I have to work, and even though I could take the day off for myself—for both of us—I won't, because it's a way to keep myself busy. I know the woman I'm hugging will wake up at any moment, she'll go for a walk in the vineyard, and I'll stay here locked up. "I have to do something to distract myself until she returns." This time, I can't go after her, because this time, the vineyard is full of staff, so I won't expose myself for anything in the world.
"One step at a time"
I think about our night, about what I did to her at the start of our shower, to then finish it in bed. I made her mine, I made her moan my name more than once. I was
