She is easy to get lost in, as if Derrica weren't simply a person but a whole moment in time and place to exist. Not so much, though, that the use of his name and the direction that comes after doesn't snag his focus off from soft skin, the process of refamiliarising himself with her body.

He stays in intimate range but inches back up to meet her, hand resting on her hip and the tip of his nose bumping hers.

There's slight comedy to the query, "Yes?" even if delivered quietly, huskily.