delicious haze. I felt lost on a sea of pleasure, gasping and shaking at every motion Merle made to ease me back down to the bed.
He lay on his side beside me, watching me with that little smug grin as I panted.
“Good?” he asked.
“I love you,” I said. “Can we do it again? Now?”
His laugh rang through the room. “Sure, but if I die of a heart attack, you have only yourself to blame.”
He didn’t.