Chapter 13
Before drifting off to sleep the previous night, we had rearranged ourselves on my mattress and ended up slumbering in each other’s arms, with one of my shoulders pillowing his head. Although Ford had barely said a word to me since our animalistic coupling, apart from enlivened and smutty banter regarding our s****l escapades, I couldn’t help thinking that the way he had cuddled against me through the wee hours was an auspicious omen. Another superior sign came when he awoke. For about fifteen minutes, I had held him close to me while watching dawn’s sunbeams slowly infiltrate thin c****s in the drapery. I’d also felt his morning wood developing against my thigh. More than once, he had groaned in his sleep, as if experiencing a raunchy dream. Perhaps of what had happened betwee
