“Of course I’ll forgive you, Alexander; but only if you take me to my bed right now,” I murmured.
He laughed, perhaps at my tone of feigned offense.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Now do what I told you,” I repeated.
I’ve never been particularly one of those people who feel sleepy after making love, and it was good to discover that hadn’t changed in four years. We spent much of the night in the warmth and trust of a close embrace, warm sheets, and our laughter or more private words. I confess that much of my energy came from him, because Alexander was a force outside of me that awakened me in unexpected ways all the time. I didn’t want to miss a single moment of that weekend; it seemed to me…
That sleeping, however necessary, would be a waste of time.
So we hardly slept at all.
Alex
