She can barely think at all, with the feel of his breath against her pulse, with the warmth of his bare torso under her hands. She tangles her feet with his, pulling them close together from shoulder to knee, her hips pressing tight to his. He is so warm and he smells divine, and it's been so long since she's felt this way. It clouds her mind and a distant part of her whispers that this is dangerous, this is so, so dangerous.

She knows she has to turn back, but she doesn't want to. Just a few minutes more. They deserve that, don't they?

"Curtis..." She breathes his name like a breath of fire.