"I'm happy you stayed," Arya whispered. A soft smile curved her lips as she reached up to trace Ronnie's jaw.
"Yeah? Good. Because I wasn't going anywhere, baby."
Ronnie placed a kiss in her hair. Her fingers rubbed lazy circles along the curve of Arya's hip, soothing the trembling muscles there. Then her hand trailed lower, palming the firm swell of Arya's ass. She squeezed with possessive delight.
"How about you make things up to me by going on a date?" Ronnie murmured, her voice low and teasing. "Somewhere private. Just us. No interruptions."
Arya hummed in satisfaction. "I'd love that. Anywhere you want."
"I'll make plans." Ronnie leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering there with gentle lips. "You should rest now."
Arya sat up abruptly, shaking her head. "There's no way we're sleeping without you having a release." Her hands slid up Ronnie's thighs.
Ronnie chuckled, trying to pull her back down into the pillows. "I'm fine, really—"
