He hears her quiet moans against his damp neck, warm lips and breath fumbling for the spot he likes the best. Pausing to tilt her chin up to him, he watches her blue eyes flutter open with confusion, before disappearing again as he moves against her. He feels her hands clutching at his back, her nails scratching against him as she stretches Jess into long breathy syllables.
But when he kisses her head and whispers, "Rory," the look on her face isn't what he expects. And then he remembers...
It isn't her anymore.