He slept well, but lightly. Several times during the night he awoke; it took him a few moments to know where he was. But each time he woke, he allowed himself to experience the feeling of being with someone who, he was sure, wanted him to be there; someone who wanted him for himself, not as a substitute for someone else. At the same time he felt guilty for having such thoughts.
When he woke at daybreak, he could feel Red Horse’s maleness hard against him. He felt himself respond to the brave’s erection. He turned his head slightly and saw the brave was awake and smiling at him.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Robert responded.
“Are you feeling better this morning?”
Robert assessed his condition. The throbbing of his head had been replaced with a dull ache. “Yes, much better.”
“I am g
