What I wouldn’t give to be a real distraction, I breathed, my mouth hovering in the space between touching and not touching his ear, lips brushing fine hairs. A sharp intake of breath, and suddenly his eyes weren’t straying towards the battle of Endor, biggest and bestest battle in sci-fi.

It’s no match against you, anyway. He spoke with his eyes closed, head leant back against me. I stepped closer, ran my fingers through his hair, and he shivered.

What, no naked people? I teased.

No naked people.

We were suddenly standing, then, both of us. Goosebump to goosebump, and we both had matching smiles stretched across our faces, symmetrical because our noses touched.

Christ, I want you.

Fingers paused at the corner of mouths, smoothed over eyebrows, ran over backs and hovered at shoulder blades. The solidity takes my breath away, every time.

And you will have me. I knew he was serious when he said my name like that. My fingertips have never been so in awe of a body.

I don’t think my geese could get much more bumpy, he said. We laughed into each others mouths, and rather than subtracting mood, it multiplied like the candles he’d lit, the clothes strewn across the floor and the goosebumps on our bodies.