Once they'd gone further, twice, Annie lay back on the bed completely exhausted all over again. The bliss she was feeling was written all over her face, though, and she sighed happily as she stretched and sank into the bed once more.

"I really, really missed you," she told him, eyes closed. Her smile was very 'cat that ate the canary' and she added, "But not just eight days. Nine months, Clay. I missed you for nine months."