60 Chapter 60: Santos, Part 1

I've been staring at the ceiling for I don't know how long. All I know is that I haven't been this comfortable in, probably ever.

I'm in bed on my back, one arm behind my head, and a very naked Mari snuggled up on me, head nuzzled into that place between my shoulder and neck, her arm over my chest, our legs intertwined. It's the post-coital position I never thought I'd experience again. Yet here I am, drawing circles on her lower back as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

Me, though, I'm wide awake. Sated, but awake. And I can't stop thinking about what Mari said earlier about being content.