Daphne wondered if she could will her coughing away long enough to take advantage of Roger's affections. For now, she leaned into every touch that he gave her with an eagerness that only spending a week without feeling him that way could inspire. She shifted without much prompting to help him get rid of the fabric that covered her lower half, rolling onto her side like he directed and humming appreciatively at the feel of him against her backside.
"Oh, you're a big fan," she whispered, biting her bottom lip as she rocked back against him. "With a big something else, too." The laziness was part of the appeal, Daphne thought. The way they could so easily move against one another, even with the lousy way she felt. For the moment, her aching head was forgotten.