Finally making love did change her in some ways. Mostly in ways that she didn't even notice. She was more his than she had been before. Her love for him had multiplied after that single physical act. There were multitudes of little, insignificant changes but it wasn't likely that either of them would notice.
Her cheeks warmed a little when he answered her question. Oh, she was more than capable of answering that but... she wasn't going to. Right now, at this particular point in their relationship, it would've taken an act of congress to get those words out of her mouth.
She couldn't help lingering in his gentle, loving kisses. It felt good to lay beside him, to be in his arms, they felt hidden away in their own, little private world.
"I'm glad you invited me," she answered, fighting the shiver than ran up her spine as his fingers moved over her arm. "I like seeing where you grew up, where you spent your boyhood years, where you became the man I've fallen in love with."
It was lame and sappier than any pine tree in the south but it was true.