After Sunday, Thor and I slept in his bed every night for a week. Just…slept. I would never have assumed he wanted me to keep coming back, but if you could have seen the ocular lashing Thor gave me Monday evening when I slinked uncertainly toward the door to my room—well, let’s just say, I knew where I was expected to be. We didn’t talk about it and by the following weekend I was ready to crawl out of my skin.
