Chapter 74

It was now mid-week, and they were lazily lying across his bed semi-dressed. They had been naked only an hour before, sweaty and caught up with each other beneath the sheets in their favourite past time. Now they were cooling off and lost in work.

Rose had a sketchbook lying on the end of his duvet and was stretched out on her stomach, wearing one of his shirts, her body still tingling and relaxed and lost in drawing out some character ideas.

Rob was sitting at the head of the bed, the length of him down her side, his covered feet level with her shoulders. He had his outstretched hand laid across her naked legs protectively, topless, and covered by the bed sheet from the waist down; he was reading through papers he needed to sign off on, a frown of concentration on his face. Lately, he had been frowning more when working or reading his papers, sitting over his laptop or on his phone.

They had left the TV playing, an old movie, set down low in the background, addin