Seth curled around me, breathing softly on my ear. I felt good, a little sore around the middle, and pleasantly tender elsewhere, but whole, hale and completely satisfied. So this was what living and loving was all about. The fire crackled in the hearth, the blankets were strewn all over the floor, and the kitchen looked like it had been looted. The couch smelled exactly like me; like lust, sex, and Seth. I remembered the last few hours of my life, the pleasure I’d discovered in Seth’s arms. My entire body flushed with the memories. “Seth?” I shifted around and, laying my head on his shoulder, shook him gently. “I think someone’s coming.” “I hear them.” He didn’t open his eyes but he shoved a hand into the couch’s cushions, dug out an impressive black gun and settled it on his flat belly. “I’ll shoot any fool who attempts to come through that door.” “Please, don’t shoot anybody.”
