The silence that follows is thick, warm, and heavy with absolute peace.
Inside the bedroom, the air is warm, heavy with the scent of s*x, heat, sweat, and the quiet, unshakeable reality of our presence.
Locke doesn't shift away. He keeps his heavy weight draped over me, his heart hammering against my ribs in a slow, powerful rhythm that slowly settles down into a steady beat.
I lie beneath him, completely spent, my body limp and trembling faintly with residual pleasure. I keep my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, my fingers lazily tracing the thick muscles of his back, feeling the tension that has gripped both of us for two weeks slowly melt away into the mattress.
Eventually, he lets out a long, deep sigh, rolling onto his side and taking me with him without breaking the conne
