I lose myself in kissing him, as much as I can. In the interplay of tongue sliding against tongue, soft gasps, softer lips.

He puts the bear down.

I surge forward, hands cradling him, easing him back onto the bed as I kiss him hungrily, desperately. I can't lose him, and if this is the only way to connect, the only way for him to feel loved, then I'll do it to the best of my ability.