After she returns from putting on the clothes, I can’t help but admire the way she looks in them. I love the way the shirt hangs off her, making her feel even more like mine. It claims her in every way, especially by scent.

It ends in the middle of her thighs, drawing me toward her lean legs. My thoughts take another turn as she approaches the bed.

Can I, just this once, let myself go?

Once she lips under the covers, I follow her and clap my hands to turn off the light. She lays there, still ...