"Much better," he agrees, distracted by everything about her. She's so beautiful. The light behind her like a halo, dim and warm, and then she's taking off her bra and Hopper sits up a little to help. The straps fall down her arms and Hopper helps to peel the bra away.

His head is swimming. He never really thought they'd be here.

"Shit, Joyce," he murmurs before he presses his lips to her collarbone again, one hand cupping her breast in his palm, thumb sweeping over her nipple.