"Maker, yes," he answered, hips still rocking very slowly through the aftershocks. "That was so damn good."

Garrett's hand slides up Leonard's arm to his wrist, groping blindly at the cuffs for a moment. He finally finds what he's looking for and with a click, they open, freeing Leonard's arms. He rolls them over on their sides and holds him close, burying his face in Leonard's shoulder.

"You okay?"