His fingertips fly briefly to his face as he turns and moves back to the driver's side door, just a quick brush before they fall away again--that kiss shouldn't have felt any different than a hundred others before it. And yet everything is different now.

He slides behind the wheel and cuts the engine on, pulling away from the curb and heading towards the ourskirts of the city, toward the half-suburban strips where the malls and the motels congregate.

He's tired. Maybe too tired to do much more than get naked. But right now, nakedness and Neil and bed sounds like the closest to Heaven he's ever likely to get.