As the sun’s first rays painted soft hues across the bedroom, Theo and Mary lay intertwined, their naked bodies bundled together with warmth and solace. The events of that one tragic day, the haunting memories, had dulled beneath the tender ministrations of their passion.
Their fingers traced patterns on each other’s skin, a silent communication of affection that they had developed since the last two days that they had spent lying in bed.
Mary nestled closer to Theo, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. While his fingers found her hair, his touch a gentle caress that sent shivers down her spine. They had shared passion, but it was the intimate moments like these that bound their souls together. Mary had found herself enjoying those, it was deep
