Chapter 6: Oxygen
The shower was languid and romantic. It might have been more than that, but I had to admit that Horst vertical, naked and next to me was not just enthralling, it was a bit intimidating, and not in the way that got me going. That didn’t bother me. I was still getting to know him. Besides, the sense of connection I already felt, the sense of discovery, and of hope for something long-term with this wonderful person—they were plenty to keep my heart and soul happy.
It was mid-afternoon now, and Horst suggested a late lunch of sorts. He also refused to let me assist.
“I work better alone,” he assured me. I got another coffee instead, and waited in the living room.
Whenever I’m idle—or at least most of the time when I am—I start to ruminate. This time I had lots to think ab
