The scene was perfect. he remembered every detail, and what he didn't remember, his mind filled in. The lights were down low, soft music on the radio. Paul had made dinner, the dishes were in the sink, soaking for the wash. They were on the sofa together, naked, all hot kisses and fumbling hands and tangled legs.
Danny sighed softly, pressing himself into Paul's hand. There was no need for words, only feelings. Only touch.