We've been talking for more than an hour, and now it's time for bed.
I slip down into bed, feeling you curl against my back, my buttocks. Breath gentle on the back of my neck.
I smile.
My skin is hot, and I warn you as I slip in under the blanket.
Then "Put your arm around me, over my hip."
But you have other ideas, and I feel your thigh wrapping me, holding me close...
I wriggle backward in my bed
"I can feel you pressed against me"
Your voice is warm and furry with relaxation.
I breathe out a "Mmmmmm" and my hand lifts and reaches as I whisper "I want to stroke all down your thigh from your bum"
"You're naughty" you say, in a slightly strained tone, and the mood
shatters.
I cling to the edges of dwindling desire with sleepy regret... I don't want this moment to slip away.
"I'm sorry" you say.
"I know. You're not comfortable. This just feels strange to you. It's OK"
I wriggle backward again, wanting the receding feeling of your warmth, as you tell me you have to sleep.
"Good night. I love you."
And I hang up the phone.