She crawled onto the bed, settling beside me, her head resting on my shoulder, her hair tickling my skin. I kissed her temple, my lips lingering, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. We stared at the ceiling, the neon glow casting faint patterns above us, the rain a soothing backdrop. Her warmth against me felt right, like she belonged there.
"No more Ms. Komb, huh?" she said softly, her voice teasing but shy, her breath warm against my chest.
I smiled, my fingers tracing circles on her shoulder. "No more Ms. Komb. Not after we had sex on your daughter's bed."
Her face flushed bright red, her eyes widening as she gasped. "Oh my god, we really had sex in Ivy's bed," she said, her voice a mix of shock and embarrassment, her hand covering her mouth.
She tried to sit up, but I tightened my arm around her, keeping her close. "Relax, Delilah," I said, my voice calm but firm. "I called Ivy already. She's not coming home tonight. Just stay here with me."
