Thirteen: Day Six

"Adele ... Adele ..."

He kept calling that name when they made love. It made her feel like a fraud. He was saying things that made her heart swell. Intimately. He devoured every drop of her and still he wanted more. More of Adele.

They barely sleep that night, knowing that it would be their last night together ... naked. They lay on top of each other all night, not just inside each other.

He ran his fingers through the length of her hair, "I love your hair."

She didn't reply.

"I love the way it smells ... long, and soft," he gathered all her hair in his hand and clenched it into a fist, "It feels nice to pull them when you bend ... and I like the way they feel on my face when you're on top of me."

She covered her face with one hand and laughed, "No one's ever said that to me about my hair."

"It's true," he laid her hair over her shoulder down to her breast. "I bet you'd look even hotter if you keep them long down to your waist," he traced his finger down to her pelvis.

She smil