where we love (is home)
“It’s a bit strange, isn’t it?”
She tilts her chin up to catch his mouth with hers again, nipping at his bottom lip and curling her foot around the back of his knee.
“What is?”
He smiles, bumping her nose with his. “Making love to you proper.” At her dumbfounded expression, he continues with a chuckle and a raised brow. “In a bed.”