Paul stepped out of the shower on Monday morning with a smile on his face. Of course, that probably had a lot to do with how he’d been awakened. Not by an alarm clock, but by Megan. He’d opened his eyes to find her poised between his legs. It was one of those things wet dreams were made of, and he hadn’t been dreaming.
When he arrived home late Saturday afternoon, they’d worked side by side in the kitchen to make dinner, and then spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch watching a movie. It was a stark contrast to the high energy of the dance club, but that hadn’t seemed to matter to either of them.
That night they once again slept in his bedroom—as they did Sunday night. Megan hadn’t asked him about the change in venue, but he hoped she understood the significance. It was a
