Camila was a happy tangle of limbs with Antonio in bed, lost in that post-sex haze. His soft breathing filled the quiet space, his head resting right in her cleavage, his cheek against her skin. He always did this after each round, using her breast as a pillow. It was weird but cute. Now, staring at his sleepy face, she couldn't ignore how adorable he looked sleeping like a baby with no care in the world.

She brushed his hair back, real slow at first, but then just ended up stroking his ...