His tirade is met with little sympathy by this point. Her lips are curled, a sarcastic joke on the tip of her tongue. He did manage half a dozen sexual encounters with her before this morning, sleeping for a day ain't the end of the world.

But then he's touching her, looking so very serious.





"All right."

She nods, thumb brushing his collarbone. All playfulness is gone.

"I'll take care of it, sweetheart. Don't you worry none."