“Your body did.”
His expression tightened with irritation.
Then he yawned.
I laughed softly.
Humiliation replaced the irritation.
“This is appalling.”
“This is recovery.”
“I was trying to seduce you.”
“You succeeded.”
“I’m about to fall asleep.”
“That is also true.”
He leaned into me.
I wrapped my arms around him, careful of his healing side.
“No embarrassment,” I said.
“I touched you for less than a minute and now require unconsciousness.”
“You could leave an extremely damaging review.”
His laughter vibrated against my chest.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not making it strange.”
“It was profoundly strange.”
He pinched my side.
I held him closer.
Later, Noah slept with his head in my lap while the baseball game continued soundlessly on the television.
I texted Leah.
ME: What happened during the call?
Her response arrived almost immediately.
LEAH: I made a terrible joke about your sex life. I forgot he might not be ready. I’m so sorry.
ME: He’s all right. We talked.
LEAH: I feel awful.
