“Try to get some sleep, my sweet Hen.” I finally began to drift off to sleep with the lulling patter of rain and the repetitive caress of his hand along my body. As I slipped into the clouded haze of sleep, I thought I heard Ryder’s soft voice whisper, “We have time. I won’t rush things with you. I plan to draw this out. Savor every step along the way… then maybe you’ll stay.”
