Amelia Clarke has been consciously exercising lately, and her tummy, which had become loose after giving birth, has returned to its former flat and firm state. The stretch marks have significantly faded due to her persistent application of anti-stretch mark products, so much so that it's hard to see unless you look closely.
Her skin is still as dewy as a young girl's, like snow-white petals kissed by morning dew. A gentle touch, and it seems to fill your fingertips with moisture.
Owen Moreland kissed her skin.
Amelia Clarke closed her eyes, all her senses focused on her skin in the darkness.
Owen Moreland habitually pulled open the bedside drawer. It was empty, and he frowned, seemingly in thought.
Amelia Clarke wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hanging onto him like a sloth.
"I think it's the safe period, why not just go for it..." Throwing caution to the wind, she spoke boldly.
Owen Moreland looked down at her for a moment and accepted her suggestion.
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