If there was one thing Bailey was good at above all else, it was lying to herself. Sex was a very close second, but second all the same. She was worried about what it meant, Harley giving her the day for herself, but there was some hope that it was just a fluke. A girl could dream a delusional dream.
"Hmmm," she teased, helping him out of his pants. They both knew what she wanted, what she needed to reassure herself that she wasn't going anywhere and that he wasn't either. In a rare moment of need, Bailey looked up at him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I want it slow this time." The words were whispered, unfamiliar on her tongue. She didn't want to think about it too hard, or why she wanted it slow. It wasn't important, not now, and certainly not until Nikolai brought it up.