The comfort and familiarity of closeness closed in around him, warmth of their bodies folding into the tenderness of his chest and folding out the hitching, burning heat of desire. He'd been truthful in everything he'd said: how much he enjoyed what had happened, how good Thomas had been, all of it. The lazy relaxation in Thomas's shoulders spoke to an edge toward sleep.

"You're staying the night?" Krem nuzzled gently into Thomas's shoulder. The blankets seemed completely inaccessible for the moment, but he knew they'd want them as their bodies cooled. "I'll make breakfast."