After shower time, which included some pretty spectacular getting-slammed-up- against-the-shower-wall s*x, he promptly passed out cold on the bed, towel around his waist, still soaking wet, lying on his stomach. Evidently, when Azriel Clarke was pooped, shower s*x put him over the edge. In the shower, though, he’d looked me in the eyes while holding my face in his hands and said, “Any secrets I keep from you, baby, are so that you can sleep at night. You don’t need to lie there like I do wishing you didn’t know s**t. Okay?”
I’d nodded.
I took a rest beside him for a bit but didn’t fall asleep. He was snoring. After a while, I decided to check on the barbecue. I added more charcoal and got it going again and got dinner cooked for us.
When all was done and the table was all set, I woke h
