Rowan woke, still naked, tucked under Perin’s arm. She was getting very familiar with Perin’s big warm body, and found that she enjoyed being curled up against his broad chest every morning. She luxuriated in the memories of the previous night, and how he had used his body to bring her such pleasure.
So, they had had s*x again. Unprotected s*x again. She really needed to do something about that because she may be able to get away with it once, maybe even a couple of times, but at some point it was likely that she would fall pregnant. Which would make her escape almost impossible, both practically and emotionally.
Maybe she should just tell him she didn’t want to have children yet? He would probably understand. It was telling, she realised
