Rey’s trousers and bra were on the floor. Her lips were bruised from Buck’s kisses and her mind was in a fog from it all. Was it possible to get drunk from kisses and touches alone? She wasn’t sure, but there was a question and Buck…he was still wearing his clothes.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, biting her lower lip to keep herself from babbling on and asking why his shirt was the only thing on the floor.

The brunette didn’t have to wonder for much longer. Time flew by and stood still several times. Rey had Buck’s bedsheet draped over her breasts with her head on his pillow and felt utterly exhausted. How many times did she cry out his name? Too many to count—but how the fuck was he that good?

Was Buck a god? A sex god? Possibly…she wasn’t about to rule it out.

There was a faint rumble from her stomach, reminding the young woman that she should eat something—preferably the take out they just got. While that was something she would have to do, that also meant getting out of bed. Could she even move?

“You…are too good at that,” she told Buck, her voice a bit raspy. “I don’t think I can go running tomorrow.”

Cause that? That was a cardio workout.

She brushed back her bangs, forcing herself to turn towards Buck to cuddle against him.

“I’ll get up a few minutes, if that’s okay?”