He'd imagined things. How it would go. What would happen first, or second or after that, even. It was in Wes' nature to run scenarios in his head and plot possible outcomes, the intricate paths to those outcomes. But to be here in this moment with Fred right now? It quite literally took his breath away and exceeded anything he could have dreamt up himself.

Not the physical intimacy of it. He'd had sex before. He'd touched and been touched before. Done things which were as intimate as a man and woman could be with each other.

But how it felt to be touched by Fred. Kissed by her. To have her exploring his body, so openly. With that same fearless curiosity which he admired so much. He knew then. Knew it with utter clarity. That this was what it felt like to be truly loved and wanted.

It was overwhelming. He didn't know how to deal with it. There was a tightness across his chest like his heart was going to burst, it was so full of emotion. When Fred tilted her gaze to look at him, it was too much, he had to look away. Even flung an arm tightly across his face, so she wouldn't see.