Scarlett watched as Miles came, still as unashamed and amazing to watch as ever. She supposed it was why she liked him so much; he enjoyed sex for the sake and had little to no inhibitions. He was practically the male version of her if she really wanted to think about it although that thought was slightly too weird... Even for her.
"Would you love me as much if I wasn't?" she asked with a smirk, leaning up to kiss him as her hands moved over his chest and then up to his tattoo, tracing it.
"I suppose we should get dressed, shouldn't we?" she asked, sounding like she wanted to do anything but that.