Not entirely convinced, but more than willing to simply let it go, he nodded. But not without stroking his fingers over one of her cheekbones, an intense and inscrutable expression in his eyes, as if he was truly trying to see through any sort of shielding she could try.
“Okay,” he conceded the point easily with a small nod. She did look better put together now, after all. Meeting her for the kiss, Thomas threaded his hand up into her hair after she said good morning, he pulled her back down for a slow and thorough kiss. There was a slight smile on his face when he released her again, for the whole thing and for the blush on her cheeks. Given the fact that he had been inside her before they had even fully woken up, and she had just been riding him with pure intent and lust, the blush seemed nearly out of sorts with the scene.
Except, of course, it was Savannah. “Morning.” Then, after a long moment, “Breakfast?”