They crested the peak together, clinging to each other like ports in their storms. And when it was over, they lay quietly, still clinging to each other.
“Shit, you know what I just realized?” he asked, breaking the peaceful silence. His voice held surprise, and a little hint of wonder.
“What?”
“That only thirty-six hours ago, before my life imploded, I never could’ve imagined that we’d be laying here like this, together. That we would’ve done what we just did.”
Trepidation filled her. What was he trying to say? That he regretted it? Shit. Had she just lost a lifelong friend over sex? Carefully, she said, “And…how do you feel about that?”
He stared into her face, brushed her hair back from her forehead, his eyes intense. He kissed her, even more passionately than when they’d been in the throes, just moments before.
“God, Abby,” he rasped, his voice straining and tight. “I wouldn’t trade it. There’s nothing in the world that could get me to trade it.”