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Her smile flashes. I move again, keeping the angle. When she tightens one leg around me, I feel it change the depth of the next stroke.

“Do that again.”

She does. I understand why she laughed last night when I kept asking questions.

We keep experimenting. I tell her when something feels especially good. She tells me when she wants more or less. I move her leg once to see what changes and discover several things at the same time.

One of them is that if I stay deep inside her and hold still, letting the resonance build instead of moving, she feels it before I do. Her eyes open. Her hands go flat against my back.

“Kell. What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Do more nothing.”

I do more nothing. The hum rises through my chest and hips until she starts moving against me on her own, small helpless movements, and her breath breaks apart against my shoulder.

That gives me another idea. Laura has one after that.

Not all of them work. At one point I turn Laura farther while trying to change the angle, my knee ends up awkwardly against her thigh, and somehow we tangle ourselves into a position neither of us can actually move in.

Laura starts laughing. The movement of her body around mine makes the position even less workable.

I stop before either of us falls off the bed, and that only makes her laugh harder. Then I start laughing too. It doesn’t matter that this one failed. The next thing might not.

By the time she can breathe properly again, I’m already wondering what else our bodies can do.

Afterward she lies across the bed with her hair in a tangle and one foot hanging over the edge.

The resonance in me has faded to a low after-hum, and every place her body was against mine still feels alive. I lie beside her with one hand resting on my stomach and the other near her hip, while part of my mind keeps returning to the arrangement we abandoned and wondering how it would work from another direction.

“Well,” she says.

“Well what?”

“I may have been less adventurous than I thought.”

I smile.

“Do not be smug.”

“I’m not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I was thinking about the thing with your leg.”

“Kell.”

“I think if you turned the other way—”

She presses a pillow over my face. I laugh against it. A moment later she pulls it away.

“We’re getting dressed.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”