Julia Thompson is asleep on my chest. Making love to her was incredible, so much better than I even imagined, and over the last six months, I have spent a great deal of time imagining just that, but now that she is here, in a bed, in my house, naked, beside me, I don’t have to imagine anymore.

But I want to.

I want to lie here beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath and dream of all of the ways I want to make love to her over and over again, all of the ...