Meghan moaned and rolled over, sitting up and feeling sated. Standing, she picked up her pants and pulled them on, dusting the grass and dirt from her clothes and hair.
“Meghan, are you okay?” Mark stood behind her, straightening his own clothing.
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” She looked back at Mark, waiting for his response.
Mark walked over to her, putting a gentle hand on her cheek. He felt the need to be extra tender, given how rough their lovemaking had been. “That was,” he searched for the right word and could only think of, “amazing.”
“It was s*x; good s*x, but still just sex.” Stepping away from his hand, she walked back through the trees, glancing at the spot where Susan had been taken. Walking to that spot, Mark following behind, she knelt and ran her hand along the ground, pic
