"Good," Eliot murmured back, sounding too smug by half. "You can think of me every time you move and feel sore." He chuckled again despite how he was pulled into the embrace.

"So, should I drop by your brother's room and leave him a message that he needs to pick you up here in the mornin'?" Oh, he was definitely being smug over this. Satisfied too, and very much sated.