Abi stirred, and Hemingway held onto her possessively despite his slightly shaking hands, keeping her close to him. His free hand brushed her hair to the side and he pressed his lips against her neck.
"Mmhmm," he murmured against her skin, continuing to move against her unless she outright objected to his late night attentions. "Please-" he requested, although it was more demanding than his usual pleading tone.