He kissed my thigh.
An odd thing to fix on, what with the various other awesome things we did but...
He kissed my thigh.

We were somewhat tangled up in each other and the bedding, and I had slightly untangled myself - just enough to try and open the window closest to me.

I was leaning forward, stretched out with my legs toward him when I felt it. Just a soft, oddly sweet, pressure on my thigh.

I froze - and turned back to look at him. "Did you just kiss my thigh?" "Yes." "Oh... well okay then."

And that was that... and yet it has stayed in my mind - and will hopefully, as a moment of awe - tenderness even. I will probably never know why he did it - but he did.

He kissed my thigh.