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"Nothing has to happen. You just have to want me to touch you." Jon said.

"Well I do. I definitely do want that."

Because we started with nothing, I wanted everything. No expectations. I was free to follow my desires. I felt his fingers on my pussy, not trying to make me wet, but there it was happening, opening me wide.

Jon was an athlete, so I wasn't entirely surprised by his stamina. My hips and back were as strong as they usually needed to be, but, this time, I knew I'd be sore for days.

"Tired?"

"Exhausted."

"Want to rest?" He moved his hands to massage my lower back.

"Maybe."

His hands moved to my butt.

"No!"

I thought about the outside world and listened for sounds. All was still. Silent night. Holy night!

I couldn't think of anything to do that hadn't been done, any part of him I hadn't licked or kissed, received or probed. Jon's hand stroked my hipbone and his face rested against my stomach. It was impossible to tell sleep from desire. Never had I been so curious and immediately possessive of another's body. Not because he was mine but because he never would be.

In the outside world, Jon had a girlfriend whose name I knew and wished I didn't who he was trying to work things out with. I believed that. I couldn't tell from his voice if he loved her and actually wanted to work things out or just felt he had to try. And in the outside world there was a man named Dennis who stroked my hair at night to help me get to sleep.

There are a lot of ways to love people and a lot of directions for desire.

Jon sat up against the headboard. He draped my hair over his legs and bent down to kiss my lips. "You're so beautiful."

"So are you,"

"I said it first," he replied.

"Well, we are both very beautiful!"

"Look outside. It's not night anymore." Jon pulled me up so that I was sitting in his lap. He rested his chin on the top of my head. I leaned my back into his chest and his breathing tuned to mine.

Dawn was breaking. Dawn is nothing like sunset. It's prettier, pinker.

"I can't believe the others stayed out of here. What they are up to?"

"Sleeping, probably. Such lightweights." I smiled.

"Jasmine, any last requests? What do you want before this all comes to an end?"

"Maybe I want this not to come to an end."

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