"Hey Beautiful" said Jacob, his arms snaking around me as he lent to kiss my hair, my robed back to his warm, bare chest.
"Hey" I spoke back quietly, leaning into him.
"You okay?"
"Mmm hmmm" I answered softly, turning, then being lifted and swept around so I was facing him.
"You sure?" he questioned earnestly, his hands running down my arms to catch my hands in his.
"We're having a good time, right?" he teased. Checked. His head dipping low, so our eyes made contact.
"The best" I said. And it was true. Last night could quite possibly be the best I'd ever live.
"Because, you know…" he smirked "…we wouldn't want to keep you here against your will."
I smiled, then giggled as Paul spoke from behind me "Speak for yourself Black", then closer, whispering into my ear "I don't want to let you go."