LOGIN“Let’s try,” she whispered and moved her hand down to his stomach.“Okay,” he put his hand back ontop of hers and slid his fingers between hers.It took only minutes until her breathing slowed down and a slight twitching of her hand told him that she was asleep again.Listening to her breathing and
Joe woke up around three, feeling really thirsty.It took him a second to grasp where he was (not in the cabin anymore) and that he was not alone.The realization caused a flash of excitement.D was sleeping far on her side of the bed.He remembered how she had always used to do that. No matter how
He was going for a mind-sweeping kiss here – one that would swipe her mind of any reservations there might still be. Even if, right now, she didn’t seem very reserved anyway. But he’d rather be absolutely sure…His own reservations were all gone by now. And having her so close just confirmed that ke
Three minutes later Joe returned, a chocolate bar in his left hand and a glass of milk in his right.“I see chocolate,” D chirped with a greedy grin. She had sat up and was leaning against the headboard. “Come here…” Like a lazy princess she waved for him to come over.Stopping at his desk, Joe set
“I don’t wanna mess this up…” he said, his gaze on the bedcover beside her head, his hand tracing one of the lines in the pattern.“Didn’t exactly feel like you were in the process of messing things up,” she said softly and reached out to touch his face.“You don’t think so, huh?” He leaned into her
Joe pushed himself away from the windowsill.“Guess I’ve really earned a jerk medal,” he contemplated as he stepped around the bed to her. “I’m sorry I didn’t pick up.”“Mhmm,” D growled, trying hard to unwaveringly hold his gaze as he came closer. “And you’re hopefully also sorry that you didn’t ca
The first thing that had rocked the boat had been his finding out about his father’s affair – a discovery that had literally blown him away. It had totally screwed him up for several weeks. The initial shock had soon given way to profound misery and disorientation. He hadn’t had the slightest idea
Then there had been the memorable Saturday at the end of July when he’d come downstairs for breakfast, feeling tired from being out until the early morning and agitated by a few things Hannah had said and done. He’d come downstairs and found D/Danielle sitting in their kitchen. She had been waiting
Joe was watching the 10 o’clock TV news in the living room and simultaneously surfing the internet on his laptop when, all of a sudden, his mouse stopped working. He wiggled it around a bit, hoping for a reviving effect, but in vain. The cursor remained frozen on the screen. Finally he turned the m
“So, how’s the situation at home?” Jack asked. “How’s Joe doing?” They were sitting on a bench at a small table in the back of the pub. The band had just left the stage for a fifteen-minute break. Sarah shrugged undecidedly. She had no idea what to tell Jack. It wasn’t only the tricky subject, t







