When the first rays of morning sunlight began to filter in through the window he started to stir in a way that heralded him awakening soon.
With extreme reluctance Desirée eased out of the bed from beside him, until she slipped onto the floor. His hands felt at where she had just been as if in search of something of comfort and she smiled at the sweetness of the gesture.
Standing up she made to leave the room before something occurred to her to do. Taking her purity ring necklace off she stared at it for a moment before leaning forward and slipping it over his head until the silvery ring was nestled in the curly hairs of his chest.
That done Desirée eased on out of the room and back to the couch in the main living area of the cottage by the river. Pulling the blanket up to her chin was no substitute for the feel of her man, but she would be faithful to what God had asked of her above all else.
She fell asleep quickly, as she felt utterly worn out from caring for him all night out of a last ditch reserve of energy.