Much like before, his breathing grew notably erratic, catching and stuttering as her fingers ran along the inside of his wrist, electric and strangely comforting at the same time. For a second, it brought all his thoughts to a screeching halt, narrowed the world to that single point of contact that pressed the air out of his lungs and rained sparks over every nerve in his body.

Then the world broadened again, and he managed to pull her voice out of the air, out of his memory of the last couple of seconds--and was weirdly proud of himself for not dropping the glass of water still in his hand.

"Ordered both." he confirmed, voice rough with need despite clearing his throat. "Hope you like vanilla."