"Tomorrow? I'd say I'm sore now," she teased, feeling empowered by his smirking and smiling. She scooted across the bed and buried her face into his chest, one arm draped across his waist. This was what she wanted—the warmth, the intimacy, the closeness. Even as silly as it seemed, facing Jamie from the other side of the bed while they both lady nude under the covers brought a feeling of... loneliness. Self-consciousness. "But, as I've said before, I've felt worse," she murmured happily, pressing a kiss to his throat.

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