"With you I can." Still trying to catch her breath, she raised herself up on one elbow, propped her head in her hand. "Jesus Christ, Sullivan... you have a dirty mouth, huh?"
"Do I?" He blinked at her innocently.
"Yeah. You go weeks not talking to me or just grunting at me across the office, and the second you get me naked, you're all about the chatter."
"You mind?"
"Oh, God, no. I love it."
"Good. I love it, too."
She sighed happily, curled up against his side. His arms went around her and he held her close, and as he did, something cold and dead just opened up inside of him. It was like a thaw after a long, merciless winter; it was a slow, gradual releasing of his guilt and anger. He'd never stop loving Jessica, he knew that, never stop loving Connor... but it was OK to love someon
