His hand pressed her body to his and held it for a moment. “What has happened?”
Paul looked suddenly confused. *****
It seemed to Jocelyn that she had scarcely closed her eyes when she sensed in her room a presence other than she own. The bright gleaming stars seemed to be winking shyly at him, as though enjoying a secret he did not possess. You are my first.”
And he replied, “I want you to be my last.”
If there was any discomfort from her first entry, it was swallowed up entirely in the world of exquisite sensation that she felt. “Paul!” she breathed. He gasped, and fell limply back upon the pillows, overcome by sheer emotional excitement. “Oh, so do I! Paul was flushed and disheveled, his brow still wet though he had wiped it with a handkerchief. “Paul?” she whispered. NIGHT THOUGHTS
Paul Spencer got an email from his mother every day, once she realized that email was very much more practical than postal delivery. It was silly of course, absurd, yet the feeling persisted.
