Jane Sampson stood up, snuggled into James Black's arms, and said coquettishly, "When we get back tonight, give me a massage."
"Okay." James Black rubbed the little head nestled in his arms, "What were you playing just now? I haven't heard you play that before."
"There are lots you haven't heard. How could you have heard all the songs I can play?" Jane Sampson giggled, "How many songs have you actually heard me play?"
"True, I'll listen slowly in the future." James Black didn't dwell on the question, as he had just asked casually.
Knowing that Jane Sampson had been sitting all afternoon, James Black didn't immediately take her to change clothes, but instead took her to the terrace for a while before returning to the bedroom.
Opening the wardrobe, James Black didn't immediately take his clothes but waited for Jane Sampson to pick out hers first. He glanced at the coat in Jane Sampson's hand before reaching for his own clothes.
