Tragos chuckled against her mouth, but there was an element of pain to the laugh too, one he tried to evict from his head by kissing her. Except it wasn't in his head, he could feel it in his guts, way more than in his head.
He lay her down, being careful with her as he crawled on top of her, mouth on hers and the hand that wasn't bracing himself stroking over her breast. "Course I remember," he said, with a careful graze of her ear with his teeth. "Happiest week of my whole damn life. And that time in Hana? Best part of the whole week."
It was like someone had tied a knot in his intestines, and just just wanted it to stop, so he could focus on this, focus on her. He dropped his head down to her breast again, taking her nipple into his mouth. How could he think about anything else with his tongue rolling over it? How could his body think about anything else when he was doing this?