Japheth
I promised myself that I wouldn't do anything but sleep beside her- and I was bound and determined that I was going to keep that promise, even if it killed me.
Later I realized that it very well may.
My king-sized bed had once seemed too big and too lonely. But with Regina sprawled beside me, it was suddenly small and intimate. I couldn’t move an inch without brushing up against her, someway, somehow. If the sole of my foot accidentally slid up the length of her calf, would she think I was being fresh? If my hand accidentally came into contact with the curve of her breast, would she think I was coming on to her?
I lay stiffly worrying about those things - needlessly, as it turned out. Regina really was exhausted, and our rendezvous in the barn had only further depleted he
