“What should we do?” I asked, completely clueless.
“I vote for going back to the room and getting another couple hours of sleep. I tossed and turned all night again,” Finn replied as he rubbed his eyes. “What do you say?”
“I don’t have any better ideas.” I rested my head against the seat back, finally feeling my own energy draining quickly. I’d been mostly running on the adrenaline of fear I had for my brother’s well being, and now with the reassurance of being able to talk and interact with him robbed me of that artificial high.
We both kicked off our shoes and fell into bed almost as soon as we closed the door. Spooning, we laid quietly pressed against each other.
“Are you awake?” I whispered after some time. He never made a sound, but I was fairly certain he wasn’t asleep either.
“Yes.” The soft reply came from his lips. I turned and rose, leaning up on an elbow as I stared down at him, lightly brushing my fingertips against his full mouth.
“Would I seem like an awful person if I asked you to make love to me right now?” I inquired hesitantly. It seemed the worst timing; my brother lying in the critical care unit still, a pending criminal case against my ex that might require my testimony, all of it seemed so overwhelming against a few moments of physical pleasure, but I craved his closeness, his intimacy. The spooning was nice, but not what I really needed. I looked down at him wide eyed, waiting for his response.
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