Gentle, lingering, like a soft breeze accompanied by fine rain.
After a long while.
Owen Moreland let her go, his low, husky voice sounding in her ear, "Tonight, just sleep here."
Amelia Clarke buried her face in his chest, nodding almost imperceptibly.
Owen Moreland chuckled softly, picked up Amelia Clarke in his arms, and walked to the bed to lay her down.
Amelia Clarke's gaze unintentionally caught sight of a small rack on the bedside table.
On it were contraceptives.
Suddenly, her cheeks grew even hotter.
Owen Moreland shut down his computer, organized his files, then turned off the lights, leaving only a warm-toned bedside lamp on.
As soon as he got into bed, Amelia Clarke felt the mattress sink sharply downwards.
Owen Moreland lay down and drew Amelia Clarke into his embrace, holding her tightly.
Then, he closed his eyes.
Leaving Amelia Clarke speechless: "..."
She had thought that he would want, you know, that.
After thinking about it, she found it amusing.
