It's all too easy to give herself over to everything: the way their bodies start to rock together once more; the gentle stroke of Nick's hand along her back; the way his low, praising words sink like something warm into her chest in a way that should shock her, but doesn't.

"Thank you, Nick," she moans, and then she's coming, shaking and crying out, curling in on herself as much as she's able to while still staying mostly in position for him.