Katherine's chest rose and fell rapidly against Eward's, her breath coming in short, raspy gasps as he joined her in reaching his end. She found comfort in the way his large, warm, masculine body surrounded her form, pushed her deep into the mattress from sheer weight. As their breathing slowed, their bodies calmed, Katherine looked up into the face of the man above her, and warm, soft heat spread through her chest. It was not desirous this time, but relaxing, gentle.
She felt him roll off of her, their bodies part, and Katherine lay looking at the ceiling, her legs tangled in the messy sheets, most of her body bare in the darkness. Her eyes closed as she collected her rather messy thoughts. For many moments, the weight of the act did not hit her, but when it did, it was heavy and painful. This was wrong. She was engaged. And even if she were not, that did not make it right. Katherine was not one to fall into bed with a man who desired her, or who she was certain she desired only in the moment. And yet that was what she had done.