Olivia hovered anxiously in the doorway, watching Peter work. His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling with the occasional turn of the page. So intent was she on her study of him that she nearly missed his question.
"How long are you going to stand there?" he asked softly.
She giggled and stepped inside the quiet study. "I hadn't decided," she admitted, coming around to where he sat. "Besides," she added, leaning casually on the desk, "you're in the middle of working."
He shrugged and tossed the brief aside, the thick sheaf fluttering to the floor. "Not anymore."
Peter pressed his hand into the small of Olivia's back, imported silk against his palm. She smiled up at him, leaning against his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder.
She loved his smile. The contentment in his eyes was impossible to miss. He waltzed around the study floor, Olivia's body nestled against his. A perfect fit, like the ocean meeting the sea.
The stars twinkled outside his study window and Peter held her closer as the song ended.
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