Chapter Thirteen
Meghan
Chris’s insistent, insatiable kisses caress my lips and the tender skin of my neck as he pulls my body towards his. The post-dinner snuggle in front of the TV at Chris’s has claimed another victory! If this couch could talk, I’m sure it would suggest that there’s a perfectly good bed in the next room that’s going begging. But, as the story always goes, a slow evening watching nothing special on television devolves to a make-out session, and before long, clothes are strewn from one end of the sofa to the other and we’re in one of many contortions, making love.
Our trip last week to Venus certainly has been fuelling my libido. Our purchases came back to Chris’s in one of those typical, drab, grey paper bags and were stashed away in the bedside drawer. The bag stil
