Despite her earlier warning, Franz didn't stop.
Arianne had told him to rest. She'd meant it. The twins would be up soon, and the day would begin, and he'd been traveling for weeks. But his hands had kept moving, and his mouth had found her shoulder, her neck, the curve of her ear, and she hadn't stopped him. She didn't want to stop him. She'd missed this too.
She lay beneath him now, her body still humming from the second time he'd made her come. The morning light was brighter through the sheer curtains, the room warmer. His weight was on his elbows above her, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathing hard.
"You didn't rest," she said.
"I rested enough."
"That wasn't resting."
"That was a different kind of rest."
She didn't dignify that with a response. He grinned and kissed her forehead. Rolled off her. Lay beside her with his arm still draped across her waist.
She stared at the ceiling and thought about how much had changed.
