17 Chapter 17

Right now, the moon is shining down through one of those skylights and casting its beam over the big king-sized bed that dominates the center of the room. I move over and sit on the edge of the bed, eagerly pulling Mari along with me. She sits beside me.

“Is this memory foam?” I say, dragging my finger over the surface of the duvet cover.

She nods her head.

“Because it fits with the style of the house, right?”

Mari shakes her head and grins. “Because you liked it.”

“I knew it,” I say with glee.

“So, what do you say Amanda?”

I answer her question not with words, but by placing my hand behind her neck and touching my lips to hers. Mari’s lips are soft and her warm breath tickles my mouth as she sighs into me. I think we’ve both been waiting a long time for this encore moment, but there is no rush, just a simple invitation to explore.