"Humor?" Larkin didn't know what she needed him to do. However, he was letting her do what she wanted to. He couldn't bear to be defensive right now as he was caught painting the image of a woman that was worth the current wife's jealousy. Then again, Artie didn't seem to be that petty as for making things worse for him.
Without any more words, she leaned down at him and kissed him. It wasn't anything lewd or passionate; it was as if she just wanted him to feel good before going to sleep. It was as if she was guilty of something that he shouldn't know. She knew for sure that Sarafina's image was resurfacing in Larkin's mind because of her dive. There was simply no other explanation.
