"I think it is that's why." Thomas couldn't get enough of holding Jack close like that, but then he had to carefully reach over and grabbed a pack of wipes and started cleaning up the rest of Jack's chest, abdomen and where he remembered licking the come from Jack's skin. Meaning he had to wipe his own chest too.

He looked at Jack. Utterly apologetic that he'd moved and made him move too but it was for a good reason and he threw the used wipe to the bin and put the pack back in the spot it came from. He looked at Jack again.

"Still love me?" He asked.