Chris was another story. No matter what he’d done on his trips away from me, he was always interested when he came back. He liked me and he liked sex with me. And he liked excitement in sex. He liked different rooms and different positions. He liked doing it with people in the house or when Gabe was watching TV in the next room. He liked doing it in his cars and on his motorbikes. He really liked doing it outside at night. Sometimes he’d take me to public places like parks and alleys, albeit they were deserted in the wee hours of the morning. He liked to dress me up and playact. He liked to call me dirty names. He liked it when I called him dirty names. He liked doing it while watching porn and munching on popcorn and giving me a play-by-play of what was happening in the video, often narrating things I didn’t want to hear. If it was new and different, he was game. For him, it was all about the hunt for novelty.

With me, sex was all about relaxation. Just push the right buttons and let me go into my head to drift to my favorite scenes in my favorite places. The more relaxed I am, the better the orgasm.

He had climaxed, but I hadn’t.

I sat back in the warm water, put my fingers between my legs, and closed my eyes. It took about a minute. Chris would have done me. He would have even been late for his appointment in order to get me off. In that one regard, he had always been unselfish. My excitement got him excited. But sometimes, when you really want to climax without taking a lot of time, it’s just better to lie back and DIY.

HE CAME INTO the bedroom a few minutes before five in the morning. I scooted over and he scooped me into his arms. I didn’t even wait for him to ask. He was quick and, for a man of his size, light on my body, his long, strong arms carrying most of his weight. Afterward, I went to wash up, and when I returned, he was hanging up from a call.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Fine.” We went back to our original spooned position. He nuzzled my neck. “You interested in anything, babe?”

“I’m going to have to take a rain check. It was a tiring day. My head is still spinning from all the legal mumbo jumbo.”

“Yeah, lawyers speak their own language.”

“So, what happens now that I signed the document?” I asked.

“I just got off the phone with the lawyer in Mumbai. It’ll take about a week to register the documents and then you get your final papers.”

“Then what?”

“Then we get married.” A long pause. “After that, I go to India and get your son.”

“Are you nervous?”