Chapter 7

“Like you don’t know.”

He squeezes my hand in his and laughs again.

* * * *

I’m right—we both fit in the bed.

I strip down to my boxers. I know I have a nice body and I’m tight from all the exercise I get at the stables. It feels heavenly to finally be out of that costume now. But David doesn’t look at me until after I slip beneath the blankets. Then he blows out the lamp, opens the flue until the fire gutters low, and only after it’s dark does he take off his own clothes.

I want to tell him he doesn’t have to be like that, he has nothing to be ashamed of—I won’t look if he doesn’t want me to. But I can see his silhouette in the faint moonlight peeking between the shutters. He’s all muscled arms, flat stomach, curvy ass…how can I notlook?

I’m glad it’s dark because I’m getting hard and I’m going to have to lie on my stomach so I don’t poke him while we sleep.