No – she could believe his body, only just; what she couldn’t believe was that she was here in bed with him, not for the first time or even the second, side by side on their backs, on the bare sheet with the duvet pushed off onto the floor. They had been so eager that Marcus still had his socks on. He pulled her over so that her head rested on his chest and she laid her hand on his flat stomach. His heart was still beating hard. She knew even from her brief experience that he would be ready to go again within half an hour. Even sooner, if she pushed the matter. ‘Why are you smiling?’ he asked her. She raised her head. ‘You couldn’t see me smiling.’ ‘I felt it.’ He stroked her hair back from her face. ‘You’re laughing at my socks, aren’t you?’ ‘I was just thinking that the last time I slept with a man in his twenties, I was in my twenties myself.’ ‘I’m thirty next month. I think I want to eat cake in the rain. And then you can sleep with a man in his thirties.’ He smiled at her, then sobered.
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