Before she can speak, he leans down, locking her lips in his. She forgets that she’s sweaty, that she’s wrung-out and exhausted—all she can feel is him. He puts everything unspoken into it, everything he won’t let himself say aloud. She hears it, feels it, and she locks her hands in his hair and kisses him back, hoping she can return even a sliver of it. He swears against her mouth, and his orgasm follows hers.