Annie pressed herself closer to Jane still. If she pushed herself any more in Jane’s direction, they’d both be tumbling out of bed. But sometimes, tight hugs like these were needed, and they said more than words ever could.

Annie woke from a delicious night’s sleep. The kind that could leave her so invigorated, she felt like she was twenty-one again. She blinked her eyes open and found herself lying in the middle of the bed. Oops. Jane’s behind stuck out and was glued against her hip. It looked like she had nearly driven Jane out of bed with the sheer force of wanting to be near her. She quickly shuffled more to her side, not that it would make any difference now. But sleeping together was often messy and crossed invisible boundaries. A bit like life, Annie thought.

Her motion must have woken Jane, because she started stretching. Annie watched her as she rolled onto her back, her long hair covering most of her face. A rush of desire swept through Annie. Sometimes she wondered whether her body knew that it was Monday morning, which was often their time reserved for getting it on—if they both felt so inclined. But Annie wasn’t sure she could instigate anything on this particular Monday morning. She wasn’t even sure she could let her desire be known.

She kept her glance glued to Jane, who was wiping the hair from her face, and deemed her previous thought ridiculous. Jane looked too scrumptious to keep any of that to herself.

“Morning, babe.” Annie scooted closer to Jane again. “Did you sleep well?”

Jane rotated to her side. “I’m pretty sure I could have slept better with some more space in the bed. You were all over me, all night long. While I appreciate the sentiment, it doesn’t make for the most comfortable of snoozes.”

“I’m sorry.” Annie nuzzled Jane’s neck. “Keep me away from you for two nights and I fail to keep my distance even in my sleep.” Annie brought her knee close to Jane’s crotch. “You’re too delicious to stay away from for too long.” She pressed her lips to Jane’s neck. “I can’t be held responsible for my actions when I’m under the influence of Jane Quinn.” She kissed Jane on the cheekbone and looked down at her. “I missed you.”

“I didn’t go anywhere.” A small smile played on Jane’s lips. A smile that drove Annie crazy with longing. It was as though she was seeing Jane clearly again for the first time in months. And as though she had some urgent things to say to her wife that could only be expressed by the nearness of their bodies.