There was nothing to fear from him. Sure, he could probably kill her if he really wanted to, but so could anyone with a gun and good aim. Pity? What's to pity? Like her, he'd survived his bullshit. Nothing ticked her off more than someone trying to give her that look like she was something sad and fragile. Fuck that.

"Later as in five hours after you've had your guy nap, or..." She trailed her nails over the top of that patch of curls around his groin, reaching over to tease his other hip. That left her face close to his chest, and she leaned in and gave him a nip.