"You've always been a stickler for practice," I reply with a quiet laugh, unable to stop grinning up at him. Every touch is so tender now, so perfect. I can't help but wonder if it'll be like this every time, if it will always feel this... profound. A part of me sort of hopes not if only because I'll never be able to concentrate on a single other thing if so.

But I nod all the same and smooth my hands up and down his sides. "But I like this idea. Even if I sorta hope never get it just right. I mean, we wouldn't want to stop getting better, would we?"