In an academic year of course.
We were back in bed.
After the candlelit dinner.
After the coffee.
After the train journey.
After the steep saunter on the cobbles before the meandering next to the river.
After the smiles, the giggles the intelligent coversation.
After the initial touching.
After the lighting the fire that lit the match that burnt the house down...I think he said.
After our needy sex and lovemaking.

And I have never regretted it.
It was lovely and fitted the moment perfectly.