She smiles tiredly back at him and strokes her fingers through his hair until she has breath enough to speak. “Shit, that was fantastic.” It was definitely a stronger orgasm for her the second time.

They lay side by side, sweaty but satisfied. Midge brushes her nose against his, then steals a look at the clock on the nightstand. “May I stay with you tonight?” she asks quietly.

It’s far too late to even think about getting back into her dress and going out into the cold.