The drive back to the cabin couldn't have been faster for the two of them. Mort cut off the engine and walked over to Sarah's door and when he opened it she nearly threw herself upon him. Mort opened his arms and held her tightly, their bodies pressing against one another and Sarah realized then that with her heels on she wasn't much shorter than him. She tilted her head into his neck and lightly pecked behind his ear, causing him to shutter against both her and the spring wind. She licked up to his earlobe and nibbled at for a slit second until he pulled away, having enough of her teasing, and kissed her passionately on the lips.
"Come on, it's getting cold out here." He wrapped his arm around her waist and walked with her up to the cabin.
When they got inside Sarah set down her purse and turned to him once again. They exchanged glances and smiled as they walked closer to one another.
"Mort, let's go upstairs..." She grabbed his hands and linked them through her own.
Mort grinned and rested his forehead on hers. "Hm... upstairs..."
"Yeah," She shifted her eyes up at his.
Mort let his right hand push itself under the strap of her dress and slowly trailed it down her shoulder. "I suppose we could go upstairs..."
Sarah took in a deep breath and felt him back her against the door.
"Or we could say we didn't even make it upstairs..." He offered as he brought his left hand to her other shoulder.
She released her breath and kissed him deeply, her hands answering his offer for him.
Somehow that night they had made their way up to the bedroom and Sarah laid awake while Mort slept soundly and quiet content with the fact that she was next to him compared to the night before. Sarah stared up at the ceiling in the moonlight thinking about everything that had happened that day. She played with her engagement ring and felt odd wearing it on her right hand but she knew it was for all the right reasons. She sighed as she wondered about Jennifer and where she might be and why she hadn't called her back yet. She was concerned but she figured maybe she was upset that had gotten back with Mort again. She glanced over at Mort and rolled onto her side so that she was facing him. Mort moved a bit but didn't wake up. Sarah lifted her hand and went to touch his cheek but stopped. She thought about what the Sheriff had said to her and about how Mort had been outside the apartment. She wondered, could Mort have been part of Jennifer's disappearance? She shook that out of her mind faster than she had cared to invite it and returned to softly stoking his cheek with the back of her hand. She loved him and she knew that he wouldn't have murdered Jennifer, he couldn't have, the days really didn't match up. She was tired, her mind was messing with her. She sighed again and found her hand just resting on his neck.
Mort woke up from her loud sigh and the pressure on his neck. He slowly popped his eyes open and glanced at her hand and then over at Sarah who was starring off in space.
"Hun, you alright?" He asked as he scooted closer to her, causing her to knock out of her stare and move her hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied.
Mort pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. "You're still awake?"
"Yeah..."
"Something's bugging you?" He asked offering to talk.
"Nothing important." She replied and kissed his cheek.
"Alright, but if you want to talk, you can." He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead.
"Okay." She closed her eyes.
"You're scared." He muttered.
"What?" She opened her eyes.
"Scared... too scared for all the wrong reasons." He said.
"Mort..." She looked up at him.
"You're scared of something." He pointed out.
"No..." She shook her head.
"Don't lie."
"Fine."
"You're not gonna tell me of what though." He replied.
"No, I'm not." She said. "But why the wrong reasons..."
"You should be scared of the fact that we don't talk." He said.
"I guess so." She shrugged.
"So do you want to tell me about it?" He offered again.
"Not right now... but I will, I promise." She laid her head back down on his chest and drew in a deep breath.
"Alright. It's just not healthy not to talk." He yawned and rubbed her arm.
"I know." She cuddled against him tighter. "Tomorrow, I'll tell you."
"Okay, goodnight, I love you Sarah." He kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight, I love you too Mort, thank you."
And with that she fell asleep.