Her leg. Of course. She took care of it herself, though he did move a little to accommodate the change in position. Then she said she was 'good' and looked up at him.
Beautiful.
Jeff smiled a small, almost shy smile and kissed her again. Their bodies seemed molded together and the sweat added to the illusion of him not being sure where one person began and the other ended. He hadn't slipped out of her yet, either. It was a moment of afterglow on a kitchen table.