Micki Lynn and her younger lover, Brandon, bask in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. Her red satin sheets are tangled around them, and their breathing is intermittent. "You're such a delight, Brandon," she whispers, nuzzling his hair. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with wonder. "You're the one who makes me feel alive, Micki." She smiles, tracing his jawline with her fingertips. "I've never met anyone like you," he continues, his voice thick with emotion. She sighs contentedly, pulling him close. "And I've never felt this way about anyone," she confesses, kissing his forehead. They lie there, bathed in the warm glow of their connection, lost in each other's arms.
