"Far less fun," he agrees, but it says something to him that she'd visited him anyway, and curled up with him there for afternoon naps or moments to grouse about petty grievances or simply to lay together and stare at the ceiling and talk about serious things. And that, truthfully, always meant more.

One hand spans up and down her back, rubbing her just to feel her breasts mashed up against him, toes curling at the grip of her hand on his cock.