"You haven't said hello properly," she said.
"I have been distracted by the telly."
"I noticed."
"I am undistracted now."
"Mm. You feel undistracted." She rolled her hips once into me, slow. Her face changed at what she found. "Very undistracted, Daniel."
"That has been the case since the kettle."
"I knew. The yoga pants were on for that exact reason."
"I knew you knew."
"Good. We are on the same page about the yoga pants."
She kissed me.
The proper one. The Saturday one. She kissed me with one hand at the side of my jaw and the other on the back of my neck.
The bare warm strip above the waistband was under my palm and the working firmness of her ass was under the heel of my hand, and I closed the hand the way I had been closing the hand on her since the bench, and she made the low sound into my mouth that she has been making for three years and that I have not stopped wanting to hear.
She broke off.
"Bedroom."
"I have a shoot at two."
"Daniel."
