#CHAPTER 11: Prophesy

Chris POV While it was great fun to tease her, of course I slept on Ava's sofa. There was little a man could do that was more abhorrent than coercing a woman, or a man, into their bed. The thought made me smile a little. It was actually Ava's bed. There was nothing wrong with good memories of consensual pleasure, though, so as I lay there on her comfortable sofa and smelled her apple-crisp perfume, I remembered our night together in detail. Perhaps most strongly of all I remembered her half-disguised surprise when I spent time getting her ready instead of just diving right in. She was so responsive, so warm and welcoming, I couldn't help but linger over her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. I pressed dozens of kisses to her lips and still wanted more. I told her she was beautiful, strong, and generous. I told her so many things I had been wanting to tell her for years, since a lonely little boy lay in his bed and wished he could earn smiles and hugs from a woman who seem