The afternoon isn't over yet. The sun is still low, pouring that liquid gold across the room, and the light highlights every drop of sweat and every expression of desire on our faces. No mushy romance under the covers—we still have energy to spare, and the day outside refuses to end until we've exhausted each other. You release yourself from his embrace with a fluid movement, sitting on the edge of the bed with your back to him, letting the afternoon light trace the outline of your silhouette. You turn your face just enough for him to see your slight smile.