"Seem to remember I owe you one of those too." She moves her shoulders under his hands and sighs against his neck. "Fuck, Andrew, I love your hands." She loved drawing them, likes being touched by then more. There's something excitative about them, the strength, the odd calluses, like he's touching her with his entire life story, unspoken but present.

She finds his shoulder, nosing down into his collar as far as she can to drag her teeth over his skin. She smooths her hand down his back, fingers counting along his vertebrae.