I could love a man like this, and maybe I already did, a little. But how to pursue that without ruining everything?
By five o’clock in the morning, my bladder was full to bursting, so I had to get up. I moved as slowly as I could, and Maury shifted in his sleep, frowning a little at the movement, but I rubbed lightly at the furrowed skin, and his brow cleared. I went to find a blanket and covered his body, brushing the hair from his forehead and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He smiled a little and murmured something softly.
I hustled to the bathroom and drained my bladder, ever so thankful for release. I looked at myself in the mirror. I needed a shave and a shower. Might as well get it over with, then. I took my time, and when I was done, it was five-thirty.
I went back to the living r
