11Sensation overpowered me. I wanted more, I took more, I gave more. We swept each other along and when I went over the top, I could not tell his cries from my own.
I clung to him. My heartbeat slowed and his sweat dried on my skin.
In the living room, the clock struck ten. Stefan sighed and ran his hand slowly over my ribs, pausing to cup my hipbone, gently squeezing it. He kissed me tenderly and began untangling his legs from mine. “I must leave.”
My fingers traced his biceps as he pushed himself upright. “You’re returning to Poland? You’ll back me up?”
He studied me impassively. “I don’t want you to come to Poland.”
Trying to shift the discussion to his issue. I pulled it back to mine. “We all agreed I’m coming. So answer the question. Are you going to back me up?”
His bare soles
