I'd be perfectly happy to just keep doing this forever. I wouldn't be against going further, one day, maybe, but I'm utterly absorbed in the feel of him, attuned to his taste, his scent, his... shaking.

Oh! Shaking isn't good!

He's still holding onto me, though, but now I think it might be because he's going to fall over otherwise. "You need to sit down?" I ask anxiously. "You need water? Food? A doctor?"