After hours of insomnia I climb into bed. Thankfully, we sleep naked each night and I love feeling Jax’s bum against my skin. I love feeling my breasts touching his chest. I wish I wasn’t afraid to wake him up. I convince myself that it’s okay - it’d be a nice thing to wake up to. I run my fingers around his prick (again…it’s a bit of those old stories from an older century). I hope he’s not startled but into it. He shoes me off like and must think I’m a critter or insect. I go to sleep depressed.