The gecko. Perched on the ceiling directly above her. She smiled at him. Hi, Fred. Can you see me? She was about to stretch her arms over her head, then caught her breath as the memory of the night before hit her. Along with the realization that she wasn’t wearing pajamas. Oh my gosh. She slowly turned her head to the right. Clay lay on his back, sound asleep, breathing deeply. She bit her lip. Oh my gosh. What do I do now? She shut her eyes tight, then opened them and looked back up at the ceiling, trying not to laugh. Fred, tell me what to do! She lay there frozen, literally paralyzed with uncertainty over what to do at that exact moment, not to mention how to act when Clay woke up. It had been more than fifteen years since she’d spent the night with anyone other than Brian. And while she’d had her share of make-out sessions before she got married, she’d never slept with a man so quickly before. Was there a next-morning protocol she was supposed to follow?
