By the time she left Reece's room, Susanna was feeling light and limber and incredibly satisfied. He wasn't the overly chatty sort, which suited her just fine, and she wasn't at all offended that after another round he'd just wanted to sleep. She had woke up him up with her little delivery, after all, though sex hadn't been part of the original plan. She wasn't complaining. No, definitely not complaining. But with Reece nodding off, Susanna slipped out of his bed, dressed, and decided to head back to the kitchen. Apparently their activities had left her feeling far hungrier than she had in a while, and she was going to see about making a chicken salad for an early lunch.
When she went into the kitchen, though, she noticed that she wasn't alone. It wasn't difficult to send the man a friendly smile, what with feeling so relaxed and having that spring in her step that good sex often provided. "Hello," she greeted the man as she crossed to the refrigerator, pulling it open to get the salad and look for chicken.