Summer laughed softly at the smile, blissed-out and relaxed. Seeing it made her feel powerful — she had caused that. Just her. She curled into his side, one leg draped over his, and doodled little designs with sticky fingers on his chest. “Thank you,” she said quietly, not sure what happens next.
Pushing his heaving and taut torso into her fingers, he hummed and tilted his head to the right, hair sticking up on end and face flushed, looking thoroughly debauched. “For what?”
She snorted. “/That/, what do you think, silly?” She tugged a curl, then pushed up on one elbow and kissed him softly. “It’s unfair, how gorgeous you look like this.”