[Just because he's right doesn't mean she has to like it. There's something distinctly pouty in her sigh as she pillows her head on his arm. (Hard to believe that, once upon a time, he could hardly stand to touch her after sex. She'd get maybe a minute of cuddling and then he'd bolt out of bed like she was a wild animal and he wanted to get away without triggering her predatory instincts.)
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She kisses his chest and closes her eyes.]