He leaned his head back, groaning at the touch of her lips t his skin. "The part of me that is always thinking about the time in the shower, or the time at the lookout." He closed his eyes, fingers curling into her hair again.

It felt good, he decided. It felt--he would go so far as to say that it felt right.

Somewhere, he was very sure Artemis was rolling her eyes at the sudden onslaught of sentimentality.

"What about you?"