Chapter 22
After I released him, he stifled a yawn and said, “Sorry, but I’m bushed.”
“ME TOO. WHAT SAY we lock up and climb the well-worn stairs?”
“Sounds good to me.”
I locked up and turned out the lights, leaving only a small night-light in the kitchen. We went upstairs, and I said, “Do you think we need the A/C turned on?”
“Not unless you want it on. The sea breeze is great.”
We made love again and eventually fell asleep fitted together like two spoons.