The sky was already beginning to darken when I finally stirred awake, the golden amber of early evening casting soft shadows across the bedroom. For a moment, I simply lay there, sheets tangled around my legs and the warmth from every thing that had earlier still clinging to my skin like a second skin.
As I rubbed my eyes to make myself more awake, I looked around and noted that Alex wasn’t beside me.
My fingers reached out absently and brushed over the empty side of the bed where his body had been hours earlier. It was still faintly warm… like he hadn’t been gone long. As I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling above me, the events of the afternoon replayed themselves in vivid, delicious detail.
God, it had been beautiful. So damn beautiful.
The s*x had not been rushed.
