Every touch from Noah in this body felt like some combination of thanks and benediction. He couldn't help marveling at what he'd done, whatever small part he'd played in the creation of this body for Noah.

"How did we go from Ronan to buying a bed?" He stammered a little, stumbling on a hundred double entendres before searching out the phrasing that was the most innocuous and the least painful.

"And I'm not hurting."