She loved it when he bit her, and she ran her hands over his back, his arms, his hair, anywhere she could reach. In the back of her mind, she realized that they weren't using a condom, but she was fine with that since she'd gotten on the pill shortly after they'd gotten together. He was warmer than she'd expected, and she was responding to him in heat and dampness beyond what she usually felt. Part of it was knowing they weren't supposed to be in there, and she whimpered against his neck.
Hell, she loved him, though she'd never say it out loud. She knew she was done for when she'd seen him at the wedding, looking awkward but overjoyed. His meeting her on the roof had reaffirmed it. Unable to tell him out loud for fear of scaring him away, she kissed him tenderly, all the while rocking her hips into his, needy.