He came back to her now, climbed into her bed. He took her in his large arms, tucked her head under his chin. She ran her fingers over his chest, following the line of blond hair across his defined pecs and abs. He kissed her fingertips, held them against his chest. She felt his steady heartbeat and smiled.
“So,” Dean said. “You want to order in tonight?”
“Sure.” Emma kissed his chest. “Restaurants require so many clothes.”
“Yeah. Annoying.”
They kissed again, then Dean rolled away.
“I need a quick shower. You want to join me?”
“But of course. Just let me open the wine, OK? Let it breathe.”
“OK, angel. Meet me in the shower. I’ll be the naked guy.”
She laughed and got out of bed too. She pulled on her bathrobe and padded down the hallway to her spacious living room. She found the
