[ It comes in degrees. The warmth fades, or at least the wide spread of it. The places they connect and touch remain warm, but he's aware of more. The hum of the engine, the lack of clothing and the particular aches in his body. The reason for that, what had happened over the last few hours...
Slowly, his fingers untangle. His leg draws back, and he takes a breath.
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Slowly, his fingers untangle. His leg draws back, and he takes a breath.
He's an idiot. ]