In the morning, when I awoke, he still lay in bed with me, spooned behind me. Confused, I began to speak, but he shushed me with a kiss on the back of my neck and entered me, and soon all I could think about was us, making love.
Afterward, sweaty and exhausted, I faced him.
“I should work on the cellar,” I murmured, though I couldn’t think of why or even that I wanted to move from that spot.
“Stay in bed with me today. The cellar can wait.”
And he was right somehow, it could. It would.
I felt foggy-brained anyway. Not quite myself, and yet, not bad. Just unwilling to do anything but be with Dexter.
Dex.
The name suddenly felt right and flowed freely in my mind and on my tongue.
I shook my head. “I have to pee.”
He smiled, showing white teeth. “Go ahead, then come back to me.”
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