chapter 39

Huxley

I’m feeling drowsy. I promised Elizabeth I’d make love to her four or five times, but the after-sex hormones are roaming through my system, and my body is telling me,You’re not as young as you used to be, Hux.I kiss her ear and nuzzle her neck. She smells warm and chocolatey, and I smile as I think of all the places I’ve licked the drops from.

Then something about her deep, even breathing makes me lift my head and look at her.

She’s asleep.

I guess we were more energetic than I realized. Plus of course the good food and the alcohol have played a part, too. I think about waking her, but she works hard, and it’s rare for her to take time off to have fun. Regarding the baby making, I know that it doesn’t really matter how many times we have sex, providing we did it when she was ovulating. I should let her sleep.

Settling down, I wonder whether I should give her some space, but as I go to lift my arm she pulls it tighter to her.

Smiling, I close my eyes, and in a few minutes I doze