The next morning, they both woke to find themselves wrapped in each other’s arms on the couch. Neither commented on it.
Jessica stirred first. Her body was stiff, but her head throbbed less than the day before. Careful not to wake Mark, she untangled herself and padded to the bathroom for a long, solitary shower. By the time she returned, Mark was awake and silently heading into the bathroom for his turn.
Neither of them mentioned breakfast—they were still full from last night’s indulgent feast.
It was Monday, and Mark had work waiting. Several contracts still needed his signature, and reports had piled up in his absence. But before diving in, he wanted to ensure Jessica was okay. He wasn’t ready to shift back into professional mode without checking on her first.
“Do you want something
