She runs her fingers over the pale white scars that line his chest, his neck, his arms. Every detail, every hair, she commits to memory. She wants to remember him like she has no other.
She relishes in the feeling of his skin, so rough and yet so soft, under her fingertips. It's like nothing else she's felt. None of her clients has ever affected her so.
She smiles and places a line of kisses into the crook of his neck and up along the angle of his jaw.
"Jack," she whispers, moving one hand up to tangle it in his hair. "How are you feeling?"
He moves beneath her and gently pushes her off him so that she can see his face and the satisfied grin that covers it. Rubbing circles on her skin with the pads of his thumbs, he leans in to close the distance between them once more.
Their lips meet in the middle and their limbs tangle.
Jack breaks the kiss when the need for air grows too strong to resist and leans his forehead against hers. He nuzzles her ear and a shiver runs through her body.
"Never better," he tells her.
The smile she gives him is as far from fake as any she's ever shared. "Me too."