He looks up when he hears those words, the words he had longed to hear. And his whole expression softens, lifting up to press the sweetest of kisses to her lips. "You touch my soul," was the dark rasp in his voice. "I want to touch yours, too."

This time, his hand travels down her thigh to guide it up over his hip. The past weeks feel like one giant tease and he isn't able to wait any longer.