Hushed Willows [m] Takes his mask off and lulls his head

Boone's touch was more distracting than he knew. Reverie shivered a little with each movement, shifting as his kisses trailed up her arm. She wanted him. He was worried about her. She could hardly process it, but she heard him; he didn't want to hurt her. He wanted her to be sure.

I - She swallowed, feeling hazy. I am. Reverie paused for a moment, grasping for some semblance of focus. All she could think about was how it felt when he touched her. But — I trust you. More than I've ever trusted anyone. And as long as I have you, I know I'll be okay.

She pressed closer, kissing him. She wanted him again; she wanted to never be parted from him.