He could feel her heat and wetness, and, given half a moment of breathing, he'd be more than happy to keep going. Or not. Perhaps lethargy would take over his bones and he'd be left nothing more than a worthless pile of limbs. But she was warm and solid and so very real, so very close. He wrapped his arms around her.

He snorted a laugh, running his nails along her spine. "Uh. Shit, basically. It means shit."