The cats lift their heads and yawn, the only alarm in their eyes being the fear that somebody might try to dislodge them soon.

Naptime is sacred.


Kate gasps, purring against his lips while his fingertips roam. Her heart is beating so hard now that every touch is electric, making her skin jump under his palm. Her arms spill from his neck, palms sliding down his breast, down his stomach, finding the slack of his shirt so she can get at his skin. She tucks her thumbs under his waistband.

"Mmmph. I should ... put th'cats away."