"I love you, Andy." He caught her mouth in a slow sweet kiss. She could indulge him in that much now that the first frantic fuck was out of the way.

Perfect was a stretch but he wasn't in the mood to argue. Booker felt lazy and warm. He shifted his weight just a touch to the side so he wasn't completely crushing Andy then stretched out with a heavy sigh.

"My tan will be a mess now." He rested his chin on top of Andy's head while they cuddled.