The ease with which she was able to do exactly that was an answer in itself.
I want this to be the rest of my life.
Becky woke to full, bright morning, the soothing sensations stirred by Shane’s hand as he idly rubbed her back, and a tingly, smug satisfaction. She was more aware of her body—of her slow, deep heartbeat, of the length of bone and muscle, of every inch of her skin, and of every thrum of sensation—than she had been in years. Her body felt so alive. For several minutes, she lay beside him on her belly with her head pillowed on her arms, enjoying his entrancing ministrations and in no hurry to leave the warmth of his bed. Because he seemed distracted, she turned her head toward him thinking he might be sketching again. He wasn’t. Instead, he was sitting up, alternating between
