Kurt let go of Blaine as he moved to roll away. He watched him as he leaned for his bag, taking in every inch of bare skin that was just so innocently on display for him. There was no way he would ever be able to get over how perfect Blaine was, and how very much he was his. There was no way he would ever figure out what he had done to deserve him.
"Hurry back," he murmured, reaching over to trail his fingertips down his spine.