It might be the beer—he’d drunk a bit more than he normally did—or it might be the long abstinence or it might be…oh hell, he really didn’t care. With that awareness, he just let go and let it happen. And, boy, did it ever.
They finally wound up sleeping for a short time, jumbled together like a basket of puppies. Before daybreak, Brandi dragged herself out of the pile, dressed, and disappeared. A few minutes later, Eric also got up and left without saying speaking.
Damon wanted to wake up and try to talk to both of them, but his mind was too fuzzy. Alone, he dragged a corner of the disordered bedding up as the pre-dawn chill hit and fell into a restless sleep. Sometime before he awoke, Dixie crawled up on the bed, curling up at his back. She very rarely got on the bed, butmaybe she sensed he needed some kind of comfort. His whole world had just been turned inside out.