His breath catches; he rolls onto his side, one foot hooked around hers, and rests his forehead against the crown of her head. Now that Curtis' whole brain isn't trying to rearrange itself, it's a hell of a lot harder to ignore the fact that they're sharing a bed -- and now that he can actually feel Dejah's desire on top of his own, well.

"No idea," he admits. "I think it's been a while. The stars moved."