"Not my finest hour," I admitted, awash with relief to find that he wasn't angry with me. I could handle him laughing at me, a bit. I deserved it.

Chuckling, my breath caught at the friction of his cock against my own, my grip on his hips tightening. "I love you, too," I murmured, my hands drifting over his back as he slid lower, one burying in the mess of his curls. "So much," I echoed, lifting my head to look down at him with a warm smile.

"Should we try and get up, while we still can?" I suggested, my eyes drifting towards the open doorway of our bedroom.