She shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him, as much as she does. She knows it, is perfectly aware of it... and can no more change it than she can change what she is now. She wants him so much she aches, and it’s so much worse in his arms. Better, too, but worse. She hasn’t felt longing like this in a long time.

And he’s humming to her, such a touching, sweet gesture... which just undoes her completely. He is... so much more to her than she could have ever anticipated. If she wasn’t already completely and utterly in love with him she would be absolutely gone. But she already is, so she just... falls further.

She doesn’t know how long they stand there like that, in each other’s arms, she doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to leave his embrace... but she does pull back just far enough to look at up at him. Shifting just a little, she reaches up to caress his face, her hand sliding gently along his jaw.