Francesca focused on how warm Jonas was and how comforting his steady heartbeat was against her cheek. She closed her eyes, and tried to slow her breathing a little so that the pace matched his because he seemed so calm and relaxed and she wanted to feel that way, too.
He was stroking her back, carefully avoiding her injuries, and it was becoming difficult to think of anything but his touch, and how much she had missed these moments where they were completely alone and she was not afraid to be vulnerable.
She kissed his chest, and his heart raced.
“I’m sorry…”
She kissed his chest again, and he stopped giving her whatever apology he felt she needed.
She slid her hand down to his waistband, and moved to kiss him properly as his heart continued to race.
He stifled a noise as she
