Night between sheets
Ever since then, she had kept sex in perspective and took
care not to confuse a good lay with moonlight and roses. Don had
fallen into the first category but, Connie’s defenses were
falling slowly but surely. As much as she wanted to regard him as
nothing more than a hot night between the sheets, she sensed a
special chemistry that raised danger signals. But she ignored
them and continued increasing her involvement with him. Neither
of them asked anything of the other, but Connie was ready to
restrict her love life to him and him alone, were he to ask. But,
she knew, he would never ask – and she was happier for it. There
were still a thousand Carolyns in the world and as many Raymonds,
Phillips and, perhaps, even one or two more Dons.