‘You don’t mind giving up my rutting, noises and all?’
‘No. I don’t want you only for your body.’
‘Can’t imagine what else you’d want me for.’
‘Uh oh, moody alert. Owen .…’ Lexie knelt up and looked down through the gloom at him. ‘You are, and I might have said this before, a kind, talented man with a generous heart and a strong moral code. You’re a good man. The best I’ve known. That’s why I love you … that and the fact you are actually sex on legs.’
‘And noisy in bed.’ Owen chuckled and pulled her down on top of him. ‘If I promise to be quiet, will you?’
‘Can you be quiet?’
‘For you, yes. I can do anything.’
* * *
Sometime later,they were spooning, content and still warm from passion spent.
‘Lexie, would you have any objection to moving house? Leaving here. When I can afford it, we could consider getting somewhere bigger than this flat, somewhere we could …,’ Owen trailed off, uncertain how to put his plan into words. Frightened it was too soon.
‘That’s a marvellous idea.’
‘You wouldn’t mind?’
‘No. But I’d like to stay in this area. Not necessarily Brighton itself, though.’
Owen fell silent.
‘Are you asleep, Owen?’
‘No … I was thinking.’
‘What about?’
‘Marriage.’
