I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet. He is still sleeping whe... I enter the shadows of the bedroom, his long frame thrown across the bed, his face creased into the pillow. I smile. I cannot help it. He’s finally mine and it is so new I feel like I have to pinch myself. I set the coffee silently on his nightstand then grab a bobble to tie back my hair. I slip off the t shirt, and slide back into bed. His. I stopped and thought about it, if Will found out Iwas wearing knickers under my trousers he might think...no, he WOULDthink I was a weirdo, a transvestite or something like that and tend toshy away from me which, given our present circumstances, would make lifedifficult, even unpleasant. I know he had said he wouldn't care if Ieven wore a skirt if there were no trousers to fit, but frillies wouldstretch acceptance to its limits. I wish they had passed a maritime lawmaking it obligatory for. -- "One more point, Ava and all the rest of you too. A good way to keep people from sticking their noses into my secrets, is not to let them know that I have any secrets. That means my having secrets is a secret, haha." I was the only one who laughed at that, which didn't surprise me, as I'm often the only person who finds logic amusing. (I didn't bother adding, "How many secrets I've got is a secret, even if I've only got one." I enjoyed thinking it though.)[[I know that at one time the US. ”I rolled over on top of her. She looked up at me. Our lips met, half the distance between. A quick peck was all I let us have, before I got up and off the bed and held out my hand. She took it and held it while I escorted her to the kitchen.I pulled out her chair, she tilted, then flowed over the seat as I slid it under her. I grabbed the food and some wine and sat myself behind her. She scooted up, from between my legs and angled herself onto my lap. We fed each other not saying a word.After.