She’d never thought to hold and be held like this by him again. Her fingers squeeze his gently in response, and she wriggles slightly so their bodily entwinement won’t send her leg to sleep. He’s not leaving her bed til morning. If ever. Skin to skin is what she needs.

Of course, a bed isn’t what they were used to, but times change. Her love for him hasn’t.

He remembers. She grins, mischief and joy sparkling in her green eyes.

“Probably not in London, anyway, unless you want to wear leather. It’s a whole scene, I’m told.” She presses her nose to his jaw and inhales. “And I’ve only just found you again. I don’t want to share.”