"You could have walked," Peter said as he curled his arms around Jean-Paul, "but that would have meant breaking body contact for too long. Besides," he added with a sly smile. "I like holding you anyway I can."

Pete kissed him again, rolling onto his back and drawing Jean-Paul closer until he was half on top of him once more. The kiss was warm, the hair that his hands were tangled in was soft, and everything felt right just now.

"Good. Bon. Dobrey," he whispered against Jean-Paul's mouth. He didn't want to move away at all, not even an inch, and he pulled the blanket around them both with one hand. "I'm comfortable too."