"You think so? I don't completely believe you." His retort is instinctive, humor lacing his words as her laughter makes him feel weightless. Her hands on him are warm and leave his skin tingling.

He knows without asking that she doesn't completely mean what she says. He was anxious to get this time with her. Any alone time was his preferred time with her. It wasn't always about this. There were times when they just held one another or she told him some story about her day and he listened, thoughtful as always.

However, he can't deny he liked touching her or taking in her naked beauty. He's appreciative of it now, his hands drifting upwards over her chest to mirror her own explorations with her fingertips. He didn't grope or tug or twist, just let his hands feel her breasts while she touched him in turn. It was easy to do now, when compared to those early awkward moments they shared in the darkness of his bedroom in the Gallows. They were so familiar now with one another's bodies yet the wonder still hadn't died for him just yet.