My orgasm wasn’t nearly as shattering as the two I’d had the night before, but Wills would beback tonight, and then we’d do it again.
I finished showering, and as I dried off, I decided today would be a good day to have my torso waxed. It had been a while, and Wills would be bound to notice the stubble growing out, if he hadn’t already. Very observant, was my Wills.
I laughed at how besotted I was, but I loved it. I…loved…him. I sang what words I could remember of the song Wills had crooned earlier in the shower, making up the ones I couldn’t remember.
It was a good thing Spike had spent the night in the hospital with Paul. Singing wasn’t my forte, although I’d been pretty good at the chants in church.