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He decides we should watchOcean’s Eleven. He pours himself a scotch, but I decline his offer of a drink—I probably shouldn’t drink more alcohol tonight. We sit on his sectional couch, leaving enough space for another person between us, and start the movie.
The gap between us doesn’t last long, however. Soon, he pulls me toward him. He doesn’t kiss me, just puts his arm around me and holds me close.
I’ve missed being touched. Not only sexually, but simple touches like this. It’s been a decade since a man wrapped his arms around me while we watched a movie together, and it seems like more of a luxury than Julian’s expensive home entertainment system. I lean my head on his shoulder and try to pay attention to the screen. Luckily, I’ve seen this one a few times, so it doesn’t require my full attention.
A few minutes later, I hear a noise unrelated to the movie.
Julian is snoring softly.
I smile as I watch this big, important man sleeping like a puppy. Then I extract myself from his embrace, turn off the movie, and bring him a blanket and pillow.
When I get into bed, I imagine his arms around me once more.
Chapter 11
Julian
Iopen my eyes andlook at my alarm clock.
9:00 am.
That can’t be right. I haven’t slept this late in years.
I check my phone.
It’s definitely nine in the morning.
Last night, Courtney and I had an early dinner, and then we startedOcean’s Eleven, the 2001 version. Unable to help myself, I pulled Courtney into my arms...and I must have fallen asleep. I only saw about fifteen minutes of the movie. I have a vague recollection of getting up in the middle of the night and moving from the couch to my bed, but other than that, I’ve been asleep since eight o’clock last night.
Thirteen hours. That’s two or three nights’ worth of sleep.
I immediately feel guilty. Then I remind myself that I have two weeks off and this is the sort of thing I’m supposed to be doing. I’m supposed to relax and catch up on sleep.
Yesterday was quite successful. I enjoyed wandering around the city with Courtney and seeing the world through her eyes. Appreciating the little things I don’t usually have time to appreciate.
I wish she was in my bed now. I want to spend a lazy morning with her, learning every inch of her body. Learning whether she makes the same sounds when she’s being touched as she makes when she’s eating labneh and drinking good wine, or whether her noises would be even more erotic.
