Jobe finds his way into my Cape Cod the next morning. Maybe through a kitchen window. Maybe through the basement door I’ve probably forgotten to lock. He climbs the stairs, steps inside my bedroom, and strips out of his clothes. It sounds as if he drops them to the floor, next the bed. Seconds later, he slips onto the mattress, behind me.
I face away from him as he spoons me. I feel his nakedness against my back and bottom.
His body is warm and sweaty; I don’t mind. His nose gently nudges my shoulders, and he whispers, “Parker, are you awake?”
I honestly don’t know what to say because we have never been this close before. Breathless, I close my eyes. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. Honestly, I really don’t know how to feel. I begin to shudder, but he holds me close to him, kis
