"No need now, I'm here anyway," he said, biting his bottom lip as she pressed against him, and trying not to think of the photo Belinda had sent, and... failing. But Mary, Mary, gorgeous Mary was the one in front of him now, the one he wanted, the one he was focused on. "I almost didn't recognise you with this hair," he said, with was an excuse to run his fingers through it, tucking it behind her ear, his thumb brushing the soft, sensitive skin of her earlobe.