Feeling her in it with him, the mutuality, his body relaxed again. He hadn't realized it had tensed at all. But he'd held back, and now settled himself again, pressed close against her.

His hand flowed back from her cheek to her neck, fingertips reaching up to sift in her dark hair.

As the kiss went on—transforming—dancing, as it lengthened—he took at least moment, when they parted by millimetres to breathe, to wait and see if she'd be the one to take it back up.