Shattered Bonds (continued)

Wendy rose and slipped into her robe, out of habit more than from any need for modesty. There was no part of her body that was a mystery to David now. Opening the door slowly, gritting her teeth as the hinges protested softly, she left it open as she padded down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Maybe I should make some coffee or something . . .

It was an acceptable enough idea, but what she really wanted to do was to return to her bed and snuggle close to David’s warm body, whether he awakened or not. She told herself that she would decide between that option and the shower after she had taken care of her bladder’s suddenly insistent demands.

Letting the robe fall, she wondered if she looked as disheveled as she felt. She felt more curious than embarrassed by it. There were undoubtedly snarls in her hair that she would have to brush out after she had washed it. Although she was barely aware of it, she knew that anyone else would detect the heavy scent of sex on her. Thinking of it somewhat clinically, she understood that the mixing of bodily fluids was not a particularly clean or hygienic activity.

That didn’t seem to be a major concern last night . . .

Her thoughts drifted toward several acts she would not mind repeating from the night before.

What is with you?

She tried to feel guilty about it, but found that the feeling did not sustain itself for long.

Who am I hurting, exactly? Not David, I don’t think. And certainly not me.

Even if this proved to be a short-lived dalliance between the two of them, it boosted her self-image to know that not only was she desirable while pregnant, but also at nearly forty years old. There had been nothing in David’s performance to indicate that he had any issues with her age. All of her parts worked as expected, no differently that she could tell from when she had been ten years younger, or when she and Greg had first . . .

She shut off that thought at the first sharp pang of guilt. Sliding back into her robe, she hugged her arms around her middle, trying to ward off the chill that she knew came only from the inside. She forgot about the shower. All she wanted now was to feel David’s arms wrapped around her. Even if they did not make love again, she wanted to feel the warm comfort of his touch.