Sophie stayed curled against his chest for a long time after, one leg thrown over his. The sheets were a mess, twisted around their hips, and the apartment smelled like sex and the faint leftover steam from the shower.
Ryan's hand rested on her ass, thumb stroking slow, and neither of them said much.
The city hummed outside the window – cars, distant sirens, the usual Monday afternoon noise – but inside it felt like the whole day had slowed down just for them.
Eventually Sophie lifted her head, chin on his sternum, and gave him that small, satisfied smirk. "I should probably let you get some actual work done at some point."
Ryan laughed under his breath. "Yeah? You gonna leave me to the investment paperwork after all that?"
"Never said I was leaving yet." She kissed his chest once, then rolled off him, stretching like a cat. Naked, hair still damp and messy, she looked good enough that he almost pulled her back down.
