She’d slumped forward, resting her head on his chest. He was still inside her and her body fit against his perfectly. He wanted this to last. Forever.If only there wasn’t a real world. If only there weren’t two different real worlds—hers and his.In fact, part of his real world would likely be back soon. Dessert didn’t take that long.Yes, Morgan had come here tonight. Yes, she now knew some of what his real world looked like and she obviously hadn’t run screaming from the house. And yes, she was comfortable right now and he knew she’d had a good time.But his real world consisted of loading and unloading a wheelchair whenever they went anywhere, doing laundry and grocery shopping, balancing a checkbook that at times didn’t allow many extras, and working a job that involved picking pieces of people off the pavement when they decided not to wear a seatbelt. Things like that. Not glamour, not luxury.It wouldn’t take more than one time for her to realize spending the night was about a lot more than sleeping and sex.
