Fiction (…or is it?)
She walked in the door from the garage and hung her keys on the hook. The kitchen looked immaculate - even the floor looked like it had been mopped. Hearing.
The blush is gone... "Take that off," she said, as she passed the bathroom door and continued down the hall. He had just stepped out of the shower, and looked.
"naked. shaved. smooth. on the bed. curtains. lights out." "Now what does this mean?" he thought as he laid the phone down. Halley had been gone for hours. It.
"Come on." It was so sweet, hearing her so clearly in his sleep. He barely budged, a light smile drawing up on his face (as she told him later). "Get.