“I had a weird dream earlier,” Rhonda said. “I was whipping you, and I had an orgasm in my sleep.”
We’d never done this when we were together. Now my heart was pounding, my mouth suddenly dry.
A pause. “Did you want… ?” I murmured. Rhonda nodded and took my hand.
Almost one year ago, I stormed out of Rhonda’s life, dropping my key in her letterbox. Now an unexpected invitation to lunch.
Rhonda’s bedroom had changed. I undressed while she lowered the blind.
Afterwards, my pillow was wet with tears, but I saw my key on the bedside table.
