When he came back, he pulled me into his arms, and we cuddled. He held me close, as I drew patterns on his chest, which was lightly covered in hair. We stayed that way for seconds, minutes, maybe even an hour, and I actually felt comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. I could feel his nose buried in my hair, and he breathed so calmly, as if we’d done this a hundred times before. I felt sated, exhausted and somewhat dizzy, but I could still go another round with him, but I doubt that we would. The more I touched him, the more I found myself beginning to feel a little out of place. Being here with him like this, lounging around like old lovers. “I like that you said my name,” he muttered into my hair. “What do you mean?” I asked. “When you came, you screamed out, Thomas,” he replied. “I did…It is a good name, but like I said before, I like professor as well,” I teased. “Me too, Jess,”
