"Don't," she whispered, "please. Ah, don't. Ah, Matt. Darling."
He found her lips again. They were trembling, and he could feel the tremors which started in the pit of her stomach and rose to her shoulders. "Please, Matt," she broke from his grip and turned her face to the ground. "Darling," she said, biting then kissing his hand. He put his arm around her and kissed the back of her neck. She shuddered deliciously. "Let's get up," she said.
"We're alone here," he said.
She smiled and kissed his hand. "I'm getting up," she said. "Let me sit up, Matt."
"Sure," he said. He sat up with her. She ran her hand lightly over his face, brushing the scars, the flatness of his nose.
"Gorilla," she said, and she kissed him softly on the mouth. "You tore off one of my buttons, you ape."
"Hello, Miss Columbus," he said, speaking with a Spanish accent. "It is a very nice day today. Very sunny."
"Yes," she said.
"Still want to stay here forever?"
"Uh huh. Do I look too messy?"