The following morning, Ava woke up naked in her husband's/fiance's arms.
When they had finished having dinner last night, they both stayed at the rooftop restaurant for a while, watching the stars and the city.
Mason had one hand inside her dress all through the whole time, touching her in places that drove Ava over the edge, while whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
And when they couldn't hold themselves any longer, they called it a night and went back home.
They had barely made it into their living room when they started yanking each other's clothing off.
Ava smiled as her eyes caught the pantie she had worn last night, it was discarded on the floor. She doubted if she would be able to wear it again, considering the force with which Mason used in ripping it off last night.
"We will get another," Mason had whispered apologetically in her ear.
