There's a moment or two that all I can do is blink. Breathe. Try and turn those two little words into something that makes sense. Stare up at him standing over me, skin glistening in the warm, muted light of the little alcove we've found. Completely driven by my dick right now, I've got pretty much zero coordination left, so getting to my feet is more than a little wobbly, trying hard not to slip and crack my fuckin' skull open on the slick rocks.

I'm pretty damn sure that'd kill the mood.

I give him a look. Alright, now what? Already pretty sure of the answer.