Wyatt awoke a few hours later to find Isabella snuggled next to him. He looked at his watch and realized that they had to get going and on the road. He wanted to spend a few more hours with her lying close by his side, watching her sleep. He had never had such a heady rush go so deep down. He knew it had to end, for now anyway.
Then he surprised himself. He picked up her hand, moved it to his lips, and began kissing each and every finger. She moaned, moving closer to him. She slowly opened her eyes, and searched his eyes. He tilted her head and kissed her softly. A jolt that almost hurt went through him. He heard her gasp as she kissed him back. He felt happily shattered by her.
"Wyatt, what are we doing? I'm not sure this right."
"Are you sorry?"
"No, it was the best sex I've ever had, and we are both consenting adults. But I think last night was a onetime thing. I had a nightmare and needed to be consoled and we just got out of control. I don't think I want it to happen again."