Chapter 13

“I usually wake up around seven anyway,” I said.

“If you do, you have my permission to wake me up, as long as it’s with sex.”

“Deal.”

6

IT FELT SO GOOD, going to sleep next to a warm and very friendly body—something I’d only ever done a couple of times in my life. Norm and I had shared a bed on many occasions, but that was in no way analogous to sleeping with a sexual partner.

I woke up the next morning with the feeling that something was off; then I realized it was the fact that I wasn’t alone. I was, in fact, snuggled up against Zeke. I felt for my watch and discovered that the alarm would be going off in ten minutes. Remembering what Zeke had said before we went to sleep, I began to do things to his body, and he began to stir.

“What a nice wake-up call,” he said, stifling a yawn.

“You asked for it.”

“Yes, I did. Come here.”

I stretched out full-length against him, and we lay for a while, belly to belly. “God, this is nice,” I said.

“But this is nicer.”