If my dreams the night after Adam’s texts had been dirty, the next night’s were absolute filth. I woke up wet and wanting, your ass once again pressed into me as I loyally fulfilled the role of big spoon. I felt you stir just before you turned over to face me. I ran a hand along your cheek. “Hi.” “Hi,” you replied. “Sleep good?” “Great. You?” I asked. “Had trouble falling asleep, honestly. My mind was racing.” I laughed....