Breathing deeply, Draco rested his forehead against hers for a moment to get control of himself. "You want to know what I want, Gin?" he whispered softly. "More of this. I don't know what this is, but whatever it is, I want more of it. Fuck the rest of the world. Fuck everything else that doesn't feel right at the moment. This." Draco closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain a sense of his equilibrium.
It wasn't working, and as of right now? Draco could really care less. This felt right, despite everything else.