I sit on the edge of the bed. He stands by the window, backlit by the parking lot’s orange sodium glow.
He climbs on behind me. His arms circle my waist. His chest presses to my back.
“Ready?” I ask.
I sit on the edge of the bed. He stands by the window, backlit by the parking lot’s orange sodium glow.
He climbs on behind me. His arms circle my waist. His chest presses to my back.
“Ready?” I ask.


