I let out a soft breath when he takes his shirt off. It's cliché, and a little silly, to say that he takes my breath away. But he does, especially now, when I thought... when I didn't know if I would ever get him back.

"Take-chan..." I reach out to press one hand against his chest, a little frustrated that I can't feel all the warmth of him beneath my palm because of the bandages. Still, I feel what I can.

I swallow, and lick my lips, and try to catch his gaze. I want him desperately right now, but I also want him to find his pleasure in this. I want him to find himself again, know that he is loved. That I will always love him.