Amelia PoV
As we lay in each other's arms, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged. If I hadn't gotten pregnant from all the other times we made love recently, I was sure I was now.
He wrapped his arms around me. His black hair clung to his forehead.
I giggled as I stroked his hair and kissed him. "You look so handsome like that. All sweaty and tired."
He snickered. "Our sessions are as intense as my battles with Eizan."
I smiled and snuggled. "Good to know I'm not the only one who thinks so. But I like the feeling afterwards. The soreness reminds me of your love."
He blushed and looked away. "Ame... you're too much." He then turned back and pulled me closer. "But I love you for it."
