Paul came through the French doors into the bedroom drying his hair with a towel before climbing in bed with me.

He wore nothing more than a smile.

Paul loved to swim first thing in the morning and enjoyed walking around in the buff. Good thing the patio was private. We loved making love under the moon and stars, but now it was daylight.

That's right—daylight.

I could wake up whenever I wanted. Or if Paul wanted, he could wake me. The sun no longer ...