"Yeah, I guess," he mumbles as she switches off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.

He feels safer around her in the dark where he can't see her haunting beauty. He rests on his back, waiting, afraid to make a wrong move.

"Don't you want to cuddle with me honey?" In the darkness her whispered voice is somehow even more seductive than ever.

He says nothing, does nothing as she reaches out and pulls him next to her. They find themselves in a spooning position trying to fall asleep. It is hopeless as between the coke and the utter excitement of finding each other after so many...