ALEX — DOES SHE WANT CAKE?

All I could manage to say is “Yeah.”

I look at her and see that she has already dosed off. I stop holding my breath and let out my heavy breathing. Not like she has not performed all those tricks on me before, but hell, my head is hammering. Okay, FUCK IT, it’s really my chest that feels like it is going to crack open. Managing to hold Nicole tight, I lean over and grab my t-shirt from the floor and use it to dry her sweat drenched back. Then I pull the hood off my head and the bed covers over us and I hold her tighter. I pull her up a little more and glide my fingers into her hair. I stroke that thick silkiness. Nicole keeps her hair long, mainly to put it up for work. I don’t think she does anything with it except wash it and blow dry it with that crazy expensive dryer that supposedly dries it faster. I remember how happy that made her. All I know is I love petting her hair and love how it feels between my fingers, cool, sli…