2025-06-09, 12:12 PM
George opened his eyes.
It was going to be one of those nights.
It was balmy, close, outside. George sighed. He was hot and his mind had been whirring, as it quite often did. The whirring was loud enough tonight to wake him up.
He turned on his side, the last murmurings of sleep draining away. As well as the incessant inner dialogue pounding his brain, his mouth was dry.
He should be asleep.
He checked the clock on the bedside table. 03:11. Fuck.
Turning the clock face down, he snapped on the light and picked up the glass of water beside him, taking a long sip. It was too early.
His mind was still churning, ruminating over the evening before. He so badly needed to relax, to rest. If only he could turn his brain off somehow…
George turned his head to look at the woman lying silently beside him, deep in the slumber that eluded him. Her beautiful face was peaceful, thick eyelashes brushing her cheeks as she dreamed. Her chest rose and fell gently. George’s gaze softened as he smiled at her.
Leidy.
She was the woman he’d loved since he first set eyes on her all those years ago. The woman he’d craved since their first time together and the woman he still coveted, decades later. The one person he lost himself in.
The sheets were still uncomfortably warm as he lay back against them. He stared at the ceiling. He still wished that he could fall asleep, but at least the chatter in his mind had been replaced by something more enticing. Like a private cinema showing the latest X-rated movie, scintillating memories of the two of them unfolded before him.