Ben raises his arm in a silent invitation. Is he hallucinating? Am I? Both are plausible at this point. He gives a deep grunt for me to hurry because his arm’s getting tired. Yes, I speak Caveman now. I move under his arm, stealing a few pillows for my back, and retake my position. Except now his head is resting on my lower stomach instead of my vagina. Not that that’s any better. It might even be worse.
