The high whine of Vincent’s table saw made speech mostly impossible this afternoon and Greg was thankful for it.
He’d started the morning feeling high as a kite. The thoughtlessly complete welcome he found in Jessica’s arms had blurred the last twenty-four hours into a single, very pleasant memory with a thousand little highlights. The possibility that he might have the chance to wake up day after day to discover Jessica wrapped about him had been a vision of the future that overwhelmed him. The s*x had been fantastic, but it was the holding and companionship that were rapidly becoming his favorite aspects of their relationship. He’d never imagined her as the kind of woman who snuggled, but she absolutely was.
There had been so little time for talking. He had the sneaking suspicion that
