Snuggled together on their bed watching film noir, sheets kicked to the footboard, he grumbled.
“Why do you stay with me?”
She sighed against his bare chest. All she wanted was a quite, lazy Sunday morning.
“Some days darlin’, I ask myself the same question.”
“What’s your answer?”
She swung a leg across his body, straddling his hips. Leaning over him, she grabbed a fist full of hair, yanking his head back, exposing his unshaven neck. Trailing her tongue from the shallow of his throat to the ridge of his jaw, she whispered in his ear.
“Hell if I know.”