[He smiled, the expression still on his lips as he pressed them against Booker's chest again.]

Good. Because that night is all I can think about, either.

[But they'd already said that they weren't fooling around tonight, right? He groaned, closing his eyes as he thunked his forehead against his boyfriend's chest.]

Please tell me that the mind does, eventually, stop thinking only about sex once it gets used to the idea?