"Oh," as silly as that sounded, was all I could think to say at the time.
I honestly didn't know what to say. I was glad I returned as well. This wasn't only for him; it was also for me. I was becoming cold, so I drew the blankets up and tucked myself deep into them. His bed was quite comfortable, silky, and toasty. I could probably have died right then and there, after mind-blowing s*x in the most comfortable bed I'd ever slept in, and been totally content.
"Could you kindly make one promise to me?"
"What exactly is it?"
"Promise me you won't sneak out again in the middle of the night," he said. "Because this time I'd really like to prepare you breakfast."
"That sounds good," I said. "Very wonderful."
Derrick drew me close, my head resting on his bare chest, and I thought to myself,
