With Laney’s arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, I lose control. I let go of all the stressors and come violently, as if this climax was locked away for three and a half years and only Laney could set it free.
I moan feebly into her neck as my leg muscles tremble. I’m completely sapped.
Laney kisses my temple and runs her fingers through my hair until I look up at her. I have so many things I want to say, but I can’t seem to articulate any of them. Before I even have a chance to try to communicate what I’m feeling, an ear-piercing sound rocks us back to reality.
“Lunch!” Laney exclaims as she tries to wiggle out of my hold.
“Shit!” I set her on her feet and grab for the oven mitts as the sound of the fire alarm shreds our eardrums. I pull out the burnt Reubens as Laney opens the front door and windows.
The alarm stops after I wave a mitt in front of it while trying to pull my pants up at the same time. Once everything settles down, I look over at Laney. She’s wearing my T-shirt in place of the one I destroyed, and a big fat smile. She then erupts in laughter. It is kind of funny.
“At least we know the fire alarm works,” she says as she slips her arms around me.
“It most definitely does.” I embrace her, kissing her head.
