Practice Makes Perfect
Skylight was unusually warm when she woke up. She noted that Math’s arms had wound snugly around her sometime in the night.
They were undercover. This was an act. At least outside their closed door it was.
She didn’t bother to wake him before kissing him gently, trusting his instincts to be sensitive to the unusual.
It was a safe bet. He woke immediately, hand coming up to brace her. “Skylight?”
She drew back sharply at that, eyebrow raised. “Clearly, you need practice.” He shouldn’t have said her name.
“I guess I do.”
She leaned down to kiss him again.0