“Clara,” he whispered breathlessly as she lifted herself up and sank into the pillow next to him. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but he couldn't find the voice to say anything at all.
Instead he pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, her lips almost burning on his own.
“Are you okay?” he asked once their lips parted, “I didn't hurt you, did I?”
“Shush,” she said, still panting but smiling at him, “Shut up, okay? I'm fine. More than fine.”
Clara took a number of breaths, but ended up laughing. “God, you were amazing!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
“No,” John corrected her, looking at her, “You were