"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah. I just want to get back and take a shower," he sighed.
"But I like you hot and sweaty," she retorted. "It makes me think of having sex with you."
He looked over at her and a devious smirk spread across his lips. "Using my own dialogue against me? Get your own scriptwriter, baby."
She blinked innocently. "When did I do that?"
He laughed and shook his head at her. "Smartass."
- - - - -
In her dreams, she is back on the beach with Mo Qingchen. The waves crashed wildly just a feet away from them, reaching towards them. The air was thick and salty and it filled her lungs as she gasped and moaned against her husband's lips. He was over her as they lay on the sand, kissing fiercely. His hands moved over her body in a way that said he owned her, and he did.
