She began to lose track of the individual moments. There was the music. There was his presence behind her. There was the repeated sensation of his hand against her skin. And there was the increasingly distant feeling of the outside world. She had experienced subspace before. She knew the strange narrowing of awareness, the way thoughts could become fragmented, the way a voice could seem to travel through an enormous distance even when the person speaking was standing directly behind you. But this was different. Because it was him.