“It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing you can do about it.” Talea was easing him backward, planting small but intense kisses on his neck and chest as she did so.
Soon he was gazing thoughtfully up at the stars. “What the hell,” he finally muttered, “they’d never notice the difference there, anyways.”
Then he was staring up at Talea instead of the stars, and not an iota of beauty had been lost in the transition . . . .