I awoke to find Olivia’s head on my chest and her leg thrown over across my own. The cool warmth of her negligee pressed between our skin, warm from us but the silk was so light it still felt cool. She was gently playing with my chest hair and I could feel her smile against my chest. She couldn’t tell I woke, so I groaned a bit and put my arm around her before giving into the demands of my still heavy eyelids.
My dreams were more like memories; maybe I wasn’t even fully asleep but in some in-between, reliving the last 7 weeks together, the happiness, the smiles, the sex… oh god the sex. Every time we found ourselves lost in the other… Each time memorable for its own reasons: the acrobatics, the new positions, the hot sweat beading on our skin or just the passion driving us. But this story isn’t about any of those times…