Owen chuckled and shook his head before kissing her forehead. "There's always room for improvement. We'll just have to keep practicing until we perfect it, right?" His lips trailed down along her cheek and jaw and back to her lips. He wanted to tell her that they had all the time in the world, but here, in C39, or Zenith, or wherever They put them, that wasn't necessarily true.
"So, when we get back to Zenith we just lock ourselves away and pretend we're alone." As much as he didn't want to, Owen shifted away from Cecilia to discard the condom. He didn't want to risk any accidents, birth control or not. "Think we could tell the house we're going on vacation for a week?"