The next morning Delaney and Vincent woke up in a tangle of sheets in her old bed. Delaney slept curled up against him despite the heat, with one arm thrown over this chest and one leg hooked around his.
Vincent woke first and stretched his arms above his head, jostling her from her spot. She groaned and snuggled back against him, making him chuckle.
"I think it's time we woke up," he teased his naked wife.
"Not yet," Delaney pouted, burying her face against his side, "We were up so late."
"Ah yes," he grinned, moving to dislodge her again, "But that was because my wife wanted a lot of... attention."
Delaney giggled as her husband moved over her, a hand beside each of her shoulders and a knee beside each of her thighs.
"I think I need just a bit more attention," she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him, quiet laughter rumbling up from his chest.
