As he had opened his little eyes, faintly shining in the dim room, the blinds not completely being able to shut out vague lights on the sky around midnight during the summer in Sweden, I went on, with a wry smile: “I’m not gonna be able to find any sleep until they calm down”. My primary focus was on making him feel good, and sexually curious and adventurous again. It was if he knew what I yearned for as I ran my fingers through his wet hair and started to pull him closer to me. After I had suggested that Jonas should brush his fangs, I made the master bedroom ready for us. Dressed casually, Sandra had outdone us all. Having both gotten up, she rescued Jonas from the sofa by asking, or perhaps suggesting, that he’d help her with the dishes before we set out to get our aerobic exercise on.
