"I've been thinking," Adam said.
The drive through the nighttime city back to the hospital had been silent. We were both dead tired from the past couple of hours. It felt like several days to me. At the same time I knew I would draw on some of the past moments in the hotel much longer than that. On the physical closeness to Adam, his quiet words, him coming apart under my hands. I’d remember his tender touches in all places, like a warm tingle beneath my skin. I knew how much determination lay behind every one of his movements, what strength, what willpower was required. I’d carry the sensations with me forever, his smell and his soft moans, the feeling of his smooth skin under my fingers, his hot breath on my thighs.
