Lifting her head to meet him, Natasha smiled softly against his lips. As much as she wasn’t ready to move, this wasn’t the most comfortable position to relax in, especially with the soiled towels under them.

“And if you fall asleep?” she said, leaning back a little further to look at him. He looked relaxed, happy, and she loved how adorably disheveled his hair was from her fingers running through it. “You’re going to have to let me go so I can let you up.”