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My hair clung to the damp skin of my back. Normally, this would irritate me, and I'd throw it in a bun, but he liked it left down. It was my way of saying thank you.

I was spent. Panting. On top of him.

I didn't know how long it had been since we stopped, but my heart still pounded, and I could feel his heart on my chest too. It sounded deafening underneath my ear.

Maybe I should move. What if I'm putting pressure on his bad shoulder?

I smiled when I told him the same . . . Half hour ago? And I ended up on top. Hence the panting. More than when I ran 15 miles an hour.

I gently rubbed the red pressure dots my fingertips had made on his chest, when I leaned forward and needed um . . . support.

"Those don't hurt."

I heard his voice travel up his chest and smiled again. It was really deep. His voice, I mean. I smiled bigger and turned red this time.

"What about your shoulder?" I lifted my head up and inspected the wound. It looked healthy and healing. No new tears.

"Why? It's not like I moved much."

We smiled and he tilted his face up to kiss me. I tried to hide my surprise.

"Four more days and you can."

"Sure you can keep doing this until then?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

He was referring to when after it was over, I drank a whole bottle of water on the nightstand.

"It's not like I do this everyday, you know." I told him, and he angled with face with mine, his fingers stroking my waist. I tried not to writhe.

"Would you like to? That way you won't have to run home to burn calories."

"I run because I like the high." Why was I arguing? I knew what he was going to say next.

"More than the high you just had?"

I simply smiled and rested my head back on his chest.

"Unless you were faking it." He mumbled, almost to himself. I said nothing.

"Were you?" He finally asked.

"I thought you were a detective. Can't solve this one?"

"I solve crimes. Not the authenticity of an orgasm."

"Authenticity?" I chuckled, lifting my head up to look at him again.

"Verity. Legitimacy? Fidelity."

"You sound like a thesaurus."

"Remind me, is that the big dinosaur from Jurassic Park?" He smiled, and I spluttered laughter, hiding it under his chin.

"So, was it?"

"God, you don't quit, do you!"

"I'm a cop, princess."

"I'm not a princess." I tweaked his nipple and his body jerked.

"Ow!" He retaliated by pinching my butt and I jerked too, looking at him incredulously.

"Butt for tit, sweetheart."

"Oh, how charming." I mocked.

"Thank you. I wasn't kidding about the princess thing, by the way."

"I will bite it off this time."

He chuckled to my surprise. I'm pretty sure I had murder written on my face.

"Why are you so offended?"

"Because you think of me as snobby, spoiled royalty."

"I meant the hair." He smiled, running his fingers through.

"Oh."

"And you're stuck in a glass castle all day."

I tittered.

"Your every action is controlled by the whim of a dragon."

"And you're supposed to be my Prince Charming, here to save me?"

"If you want me to."

I rolled my eyes and got off him. "I don't need saving . . . Old man."

He chuckled, nodding like he saw it coming.

"There it is. I was wondering when that would come up."

"That's funny, I was thinking the same thing half hour ago." I smirked, glancing down.

"Oh, you mean when you jumped my bones?"

"Your bones? So that's what all the creaking was."

He tittered. "It was the bed that was creaking. And your voice."

I stared at him with my mouth open, ready to retaliate, but not a sound came out. So I took the high road. I kissed him.

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