"Little bit."

Breathlessly (still, but improving) he laughs softly against her skin, still panting.

"Is like you're...intoxicating, to me," he adds. "Once I start, can't bring myself to stop." Which may explain why even as his lungs expand in his chest, his body pulling itself back into some form of 'order', he's still planting kisses on her skin, licking the sweat (their sweat) from her body, tasting whatever he can reach.