"Before it," Tessa began, her voice sour with a tinge of regret, "you take each other's clothes off." She laughed harshly. "But after? You're left to redress alone."

Will laughed not unkindly, rolling his eyes. He finished pulling up his boxers, letting them hang loosely on his waist, before sleepily shuffling through mountains of clothes and blankets on the floors, his fingers fluttering over Tessa's skin like buzzed butterflies. He turned her around, meaning to button up the dress. The scent of her - of lilac, sprinkled with honeydew - filled him, and an irresistible hunger gnawed his stomach, much more powerful and unyielding than the longing he had felt just before he and Tessa had fallen into bed.

Will grabbed Tessa's hips and pulled her to him aggressively. She gave a small yelp, which quickly turned into a soft moan as he kissed her neck tenderly. Slowly, he walked them back to the bed, but she turned around and slapped his chest playfully with the back of her hand. "Will!" Tessa protested, but he caught her lips in his own.

"Don't worry," he breathed into her mouth, and he felt her shiver beneath his touch, "I'll be sure to help you dress in the morning. You won't be alone." Just not tonight, Will thought, grinning, and they collapsed onto the mattress in a pile of matted hair and sloppy kisses.