She returns to the world in pieces, like waking up from a deep sleep. She focuses on each little part of him, the feel of his five o'clock shadow against her cheek, the warm caress of his hands down her back, the ragged sound of her own breathing.

A tiny laugh escapes her, and slowly, like gravity is a thing she's just figuring out, she urges him back. She drapes herself over his chest, again in no rush for them to be parted.

"You okay?"