Irene propped up on her elbow. Owen's breathing next to her was deep and even. She ran her fingers through the curls on his chest as it rose and fell. His face was peaceful and as innocent as a babe's.
|We Heart It|
"Plotting your vengeance?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
Her gaze snapped to his face where he grinned smugly. "Planning to rob me of my manhood?" he asked, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling. "You're worth it."
"I think I won't be as hasty as that. I get the impression I might come to enjoy it."
He growled against her scalp. "I dearly hope so."