Page 98 of Making Over Maris

“I think that’s a great idea.”

A comfortable silence enfolded them again. They stood in the waning sunlight of a fall afternoon, simply being together. Body and soul. It was wonderful.

“So,” Jack gusted. “Are you hungry?”

Sara blinked at the abrupt turn of conversation. “Um. Yes?”

“Great. Let’s go eat.”

“Is that…it? Is that what you wanted to do?”

“Yep. That’s it. I needed to pay my respects. Happy birthday, Mr. Winston.”

Sara smiled at the tombstone. Yeah. “Happy birthday.” You wonderful man, you. How she wished she could have met him.

“Let’s go get some food. I saw a Chinese place over there. You love Chinese.”

Naturally he would know that. He would know that when she had really—really—known nothing about him.

“And then we can go do that thing you had planned.” He shot her a mischievous grin and she grinned right back.

But they didn’t. After dinner he took her back to his place and they made love but it was slow and soft and oh-so-gentle.

And she liked it just as much as the kinky stuff.

Maybe even more.