"No, I have," he said, managing to look playfully confused. "Twice. Once last night, once this morning."

He panted against the curve of her jaw, one hand at her hip, the other arm curled around her ribs, his palm resting against the curve of her spine. Happy to let her set the pace, he leaned back to look at her, her hair hanging down around her face, falling down around his own like a veil.

"I know you," he breathed, lifting a hand to the side of her neck, his thumb resting gently against her jaw. "I'm... grateful that I know you. I can't remember the last time I felt that way about... anything."