For a second he flashed, remembering that they would have to depart the next day. That this cherished on my own time, this area to be simply with every different and to say these treasured things, was about to end. But even as his stomach sank, he shook it off. He nevertheless had her for today, all to himself. And he wouldn't let whatever steal this time from them.
Dropping his lips to hers, he took her in any other kiss—featherlight and slow, a long, mild hint of his lips on hers, their tongues barely flickering.
Emotion welled in his chest when she wrapped her hands round his neck and held him there. He ought to sense her thoughts swelling too, that reflection spiraling—this time with gentle love, as a substitute than disturbing heat.
She gave him the whole lot he gave her. And more.
