Grinning crookedly, I reach out to push a hand through his hair, breathing out a shuddering sigh and rolling my hips up into those painfully light touches.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease," I gasp, blood thrumming under my skin, and it's not until he's got his lips pressed to my thigh that I realize he hasn't let me watch him do this since before the accident. That sex has been a quick, fumbling thing, or he's made me have my eyes covered, and now I want more than anything to be able to take our time, knowing that he won't let me watch like this forever. That it's special, and I'll be lucky if it happens again.

Fuck.