The following morning dawned bright and clear, with the sun shining warmly in the crisp, blue sky. Dani awoke in practically the same position that she had fallen asleep in: her head resting on Adam's chest and an arm draped across his torso. Through the haze of her semi-consciousness, she was dimly aware of the feel of fingers lightly tracing idle patters on the bare skin of her back. She shifted slightly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Morning," said Adam quietly, his hand still lingering on her back.
"Morning…"
Adam moved so that he could prop himself up on his elbow to look at her. "Dani, I have to ask this, but we didn't use protection last night and-"
"I have an implant. It's fine." She smiled, touched by his concern. "I should say though, that I don't usually do that type of thing…"
"I promise that it has not affected my view of you, and I'm not judging you for it." He cupped her face with his hand, his warm, blue eyes staring into her brown ones. "I want to be with you, Dani. It's been long enough since my wife died…"
"But I feel like I'm being insensitive."
"You're not. This is like my second chance at love. I need you."
The truth that she could see in his eyes was undeniable. Stretching up, she lightly pressed her lips to his. His arms wrapped themselves around her as he kissed her back deeply and so full of longing that Dani was almost blown away. Their bodies were pressed against each other; she could feel his heart beating inside his chest and realised that he must be able to feel hers too. His hands were softly caressing her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine. The kiss seemed to last forever, with neither of them wanting to pull away, until, eventually, Adam did, though he remained close to her.
"Do you want some breakfast?" Dani asked after a few minutes.
"Mmm, that sounds like a good idea," Adam agreed, sitting up and reaching over the edge of the bed for his boxers.
Dani spread herself out on the bed, watching him as he dressed. She hugged the duvet to herself as she sat up and ran her hands through her hair. She too reached for her clothes and hastily put them on, before standing up and wandering out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She set about making a plate of toast, suddenly realising how hungry she was. She felt Adam approach her from behind and leant back against him as his hands moved to her waist. He kissed her cheek and reached around her for a slice of freshly-buttered toast.
"It should be me that's making you breakfast," he said quietly, his lips close to her ear.
"This is about the only thing I can make with any decency; I'm a terrible cook."
Adam laughed. "And I'm a reasonable one."
"A man that can cook?" Dani scoffed. "I'll believe that when I see it."
"I'll prove it. Come back to mine tonight. I'll cook dinner for you. And you could always stay…" Dani's heart leapt at the prospect of spending another night with Adam. "What do you think?" he continued, trailing kisses down her neck.
"You're making it rather difficult for me to say 'no'…" She turned in his arms and held onto the back of his neck. "So what does this mean, are we together now?"
"Do you want to be?"
Dani nodded.
"Then yes."
