Lying next to her, he traced the curve of her back as she sat on the edge of their bed tying her Mizunos.
Encircling her waist with his arm, he rolled her on top of him, giving her an affectionate smack on the ass.
“They say, making love burns more calories than walking.”
“Yeah? I walk for an hour and a half at a strenuous pace the entire time. Can you get my pulse racing, hard, for a full 90 minutes?”
He released his embrace, hands up in surrender.
“That’s what I thought. Maybe you can be my cool down.”