He's heavy over her as she braces her back against the piano, causing a horrible tone that makes them both laugh between their gasping breaths.
She runs her hands through his hair, across his face, down his neck, where she pauses. She fingers the pink ring circling his throat, the raised, scarred skin he keeps hidden. She thinks about it and cringes, then presses a featherlight kiss to the swollen line.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her breath tickling his skin. He flashes her favorite of his smiles and kisses her sweaty forehead.
"Oh Princess," Jefferson mumbles, "it was worth it."