Chapter Six
Friday
Her head still resting on the pillow of Stephen’s thigh, Laura awoke to a stab of bright light coming through the window. She stood up, put on her robe and covered Stephen with a sheet. She staggered across the room and pulled the curtain shut, darkening the room slightly. She looked back at Stephen as he slept peacefully, his hands clasped together under his cheek as if in prayer, like a lost little boy. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, stretched and walked back over to the edge of the bed. She pulled back the sheet to inspect the skin of his shoulder where she had scratched him for the second time in two days, in the midst of her orgasms. The wound had closed overnight, but still looked tender. In the light of day, she couldn’t believe what she had done.
I scratched hi
