Chapter 12 - Douglas
DOUGLAS
I could live the rest of my life content with the memory of the perfect night I had last night.
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Maybe not perfectly content. I find myself already wanting more.
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December 15
She came to my room again last night. I hadn’t thought it could be any better.
It was.
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December 16
We sailed again yesterday afternoon. It was chilly, so we lay under a blanket together on the boat deck and talked for more than two hours.
I loved it as much as our time in bed together, and she said she did too.
Surely she’s used to younger men who are raring to go at every opportunity, but as far as I can tell, she’s not been unsatisfied.
I hope not.
I want to make her as happy as I’ve been this month.
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December is more than halfway over now.
Will I be able to remember the man I used to be before she arrived?
Will I be able to go back to that man after she leaves?