She was now fast asleep. Naked as she was, her body still warm, with a fine sheen of sweat on her skin. Her breathing was steady, her face completely relaxed. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, that it almost took my breath away. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and pulled the covers over her, even though I knew she wouldn't feel cold. Still, I didn't like the thought of her catching a cold.

Outside, it had long since become night. Time had flown by, just like my self-control. We had done nothing but feel each other – again and again. Five damn times. Even in...