I’m breathless, exhausted, and most definitely satisfied, staring at the hotel ceiling while Jake channel-hops on the TV aimlessly. He’s sat up with his back against the headboard and a sheet at his waist, a little flushed and most definitely perspiring, showing signs of a lot of exertion for once. His hair looks ruffled for the first time ever because I ran my hands through it crazily when we had crazy sex. It is a good look on him.

“Your stamina seems to be failing you, Mr. ...