It's all the better for him that she doesn't remember, they can make up their own rules. "Dare, take off your clothes," he says, moving a hand to cup one of her breasts. "Truth, take off your clothes?" Sounds good to him but then again, anything involving one or both of them being naked sounds pretty damn good right now.

Kate's doing nothing to help him right now, with her hands traveling downward then stopping and then there's shifting and lip biting and yeah, she gets a Z- in being helpful. He groans as he looks back at her, eyes a little hazy from all this sensory overload, and swallows hard before answering. "No kidding. Do you know how badly I want you? It's a problem, it's getting dire. I'm about five seconds away from cutting this cast off myself right now."