Shannon did not seem angry. At least, not yet. Felix could not let himself relax... though he had never seen his lover quite so baffled or at a loss for words.

"Neither do I," Felix admitted. His deceitful memory had settled, instead, on the very clear sensation of heat and pleasure, and the sound of his own voice crying out without reservation -- a lack of inhibition he nearly never allowed himself in bed with Shannon. Felix flushed red, and glanced away toward the window.