His arms wouldn't hold her for long, not that she was heavy, but his body was protesting any more work right now, and George began to let her slowly to her feet, kissing her throat as he did.
"Love you," he breathed, as she settled to stand on her own, and although his arms were glad to not hold her, they didn't stop moving over her body, keeping her close.
He was exhausted. The day and the anger and now this...
A huff of laughter escaped him. "I could use another shower."