He presses a kiss to my forehead. "I told you I'd ruin you for anyone else."
"You weren't kidding." I nestle closer to him. "I don't think I can feel my legs."
"That's normal."
"Is it?"
"After getting fucked like that? Yeah."
Heat floods my face at his words, at the casual way he says them.
We sit there in silence for a while, just breathing, while our heartbeats slowly return to normal. The rain has lessened to a gentle patter now. The windows are completely fogged. We're in our own little bubble.
"I can't believe we just did that," I murmur against his chest.
"Regret it?"
"God no. That was—" I don't have words. "That was the best sex of my life."
His arms tighten around me. "Mine too."
"Liar. You've probably had way better sex than—"
"Claire." He tilts my chin up so I'm looking at him. "That was the best sex of my life. Nothing even comes close."
The sincerity in his eyes makes my throat tight.
"We're a mess," I say instead of dealing with the emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
"Yeah."
"We smell like sex."
"Yeah."
"Your cum is literally dripping out of me."
"Good."
I laugh again and he smiles, a real smile, not just a smirk.
"I like your smile," I tell him.
"Don't smile much."
"You should. You're even more handsome when you smile."
"Even with all the scars?"
"Especially with the scars." I trace the one on his jaw. "Every single one just makes you hotter."
"You're insane."
"Maybe." I kiss him softly. "But I'm your insane now."
"Yeah," he says quietly. "You are."
We eventually find our clothes, or most of them. My underwear is somewhere under the front seat and I can't be bothered to look for them.
