Okay.
God.
Just when I thought he couldn’t get better.
He got better.
“Then don’t leave me tonight.Because tonight has beenperfect.Mom was happy.I was happy.We haven’t had a perfect night since Dadgot sick.The only thing that could make it not perfect is you leaving me tosleep alone.I’m not talking about anything else.Just sleeping and not doingit alone.”
“All right, baby, you want that, Igottaknow, the dawn comes, you aren’tgonnabe pissed Itook advantage.”
“We’regonnasleep.There won’t beany advantage to take,” I replied.
“Sleeping together is an intimacy, Rosie, no matter whathappens, or doesn’t, when you’redoin’ it,” heinformed me softly.
I loved he thought that.
God.
Better and better.
“The dawn will not bring that for you, Everett,” Iwhispered.
It took him several very long seconds to make his decision.
He made the right one when he pulled off his thermal and letit fall to the floor.
Rather than stare at his chest and perhaps start drooling, Icrawled into bed.
I watched as, drawn by moonlight, his beautiful body in grayboxer briefs got in the other side.
He settled on his back.
I scooted toward him and settled into him.
He shoved an arm under me and curled me closer.
“You okay?”I asked.
“Fuck yeah,” he answered decisively.
“Maybe this isn’t fair,” I muttered, having second thoughts.
“Rosie, honey, you put me here, you change your mind now,you’regonnahave to pry me out.”
I smiled against his pec and draped my arm across his abs.
They were tight.
They felt nice.
“How much do you work out?”I asked.
“Enough.”
“Enough for your averageshmoeorenough for a semi-pro middleweight boxer?”
“Classed light heavyweight, Rosie.”
