Sleep.
All I wanted to do right now was to sleep. But sadly, looking at the pile of dishes on the sink, it would take a while for me to do what I really want.
It had been a week since Nicole's whispered words. A week of half being okay, and half not, honestly, I don't really know how to digest her words. Maybe I should just forget about it.
However, my body has other ideas, most especially my mind.
Images of me becoming pregnant again began to form. This time though, rather than being alone, someone was with me.
Duncan.
I sigh. This is becoming a habit of mine. I have only known him for a couple of months. So yeah, he had taken care of my kids for a month, but our interaction was different. I am not sure what we are supposed to be.
Friends?
Companions?
Lovers?
Nah. We couldn't be the last. But I felt my body began to flush when I remembered the way his hands glided on my skin. My body was responding to him, and all I was doing was just thinking about him.
