That night Will joined him in bed. His head had barely touched the pillow when he felt Will, as naked as he was, slipping under the sheet beside him.
“Is this going to happen every night?” asked Jackson.
“Why not? Don’t you like me?”
“Of course I do,” Jackson replied. In more ways than one, he thought to himself. “I was just asking.”
“I’ve been in there for a great deal of time and while I am able to, I am going to enjoy my freedom.”
“Good,” said Jackson, “but you’re going to have to enjoy it by yourself. I’m really tired after our late night.”
“That’s a shame,” said Will.
“Why?”
“It gets lonely sitting around in a painting for hundreds of years.”
Jackson couldn’t help smiling. “I wouldn’t know. But what I do know is that even though I’d love to help you out, I’m too tired for s*x
