"Someone will see us," Sam whispered.
"It's the middle of the night!" Rosie laughed. She plopped herself down in the garden, between the beans and the tomatoes, and smiled up at her husband. "And we can just look at the stars."
"Right," Sam mumbled, but she saw the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He sat down beside her.
A moment later a hand slipped around a waist. Teeth tugged at an ear. A tongued traced a path along a throat. Then he was doing things to her that made her writhe and beg, the stars long forgotten.