The insides of her thighs are warm and damp, and as her legs slip loose, the cool air hits his skin where they'd been clamped around his waist.

He's vaguely aware of...other things. Whatever.

Right now he's just catching his breath.

"Holy shit," he manages to murmur into her hair, as his senses eventually come back to him.

Slowly raising himself up off her body, still reluctant to break contact, he flops over onto his back beside her with a sigh. He sweeps his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead and stares up at the ceiling, blinking the last stars from his eyes.