Bobbie, on the other hand, isn't think of anything else but Alex—the way his eyelids flutter, that quiet groan, and then, finally, the way he sinks into her, the movement making her gasp sharply. It's almost overwhelming, the sensation overlaid with a flood of affection. The logical part of her says it's a terrible time to be thinking, but the rest of her insists that this was practically inevitable. Of course she has such strong feelings for him. How could she not?

She leans forward, hips matching his rhythm as she presses a soft kiss to the flutter of his pulse, his beard scratching softly against her lips.