chapter 36

Elizabeth

It sounds like heaven. I think I actually did die at some point, and this is all part of a blissful afterlife where I can make love with Huxley like this until the end of time.

My hips move of their own accord against his fingers, and I rest my hand on top of his, enjoying the sensation of matching his movements inside me.

My head is still spinning his answer to my question:Why didn’t you ask her to marry you?His reply,Because I wanted you, makes me feel thrilled and humble and guilty and ashamed at the same time. I said no to him because he’d broken my heart and I was trying to protect myself. But I never considered his heart. His feelings.

All along, I’ve thought of him as a tomcat, a man with a short attention span who takes what he wants, albeit wrapped up in a kind, gentle package. Have I been wrong all this time? Is the reason that he’s never settled down really because he’s in love with me?

I don’t want to think about it now. My brain’s not working properly. His finge