"Okay," I murmur, but I don't pull away, not just yet, my lips trailing along the side of his neck, nuzzling up behind his ear, just breathing him in.

Dragging myself away takes effort, and I let out a tiny groan of frustration, pushing to my feet and flashing him a bleary grin.

"Donna needs to quit workin' you so fucking hard," I tease him on the way to the phone, 'cause he's tired and sweaty and I can tell he's hurting, but none of that's a bad thing. We both know he'd be completely fucked if not for her.