*Ethan*
I wake with the realization that my c**k obviously cares not one whit whose luscious backside it is pressed against, or how inappropriate it is to be nudging a woman I should never desire.
When we returned to the bed in the early hours of the morning, my arms went around her and I wanted her near, to offer comfort to her as she had offered it to me. Not that she was aware she is in need of comfort, but she will be eventually. Perhaps if I am tender now, she will be more willing to accept my condolences later.
I had been able to ward off any recurring nightmares by focusing on how soft and pliable she feels in my arms. Her rosewater fragrance. Whenever the image of her naked in the bed dances through my mind,
I shove it aside, although it keeps teasing me from a distance. She i
