When I slept with him, Antonio remained in bed with me until the sun was high enough to justify our waking.  He would tangle his limbs in mine, and my fingers would knot his hair, and after enough of this, we’d slowly make our way to the shower.  I don’t know that I blame Nathan for my departure, but he is the one who would send Antonio to meet me first.  Nathan would be stuck at the office, and I’d be out at the bar, or restaurant, or at our apartment waiting alone for him to return.  Instead of coming himself, he sent Antonio in his place. 

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