"I'm going to think about everything about you," Flick promised quietly, nodding. "Your face, your body, your voice, your hair, your arms around me, the curve of your foot against my calf when we're asleep."

He remembered some really random things. "I'll remember how you smell and the darkness of your eyes and how your breath feels against my neck. I'll think about teeth scraping against my cock and your nails scratching down my back. I'll think about everything."