Emberwood [m] But if you get me out, you get a show

Reverie only smiled at that, a brightening of her features like the sun breaking through the clouds. That was how he made her feel. Then she felt his arms tightening around her — and she did squeak a little then, a soft sound of surprise and affection.

There were no more words after that. Just the two of them and their wordless confessions to one another, expressing through touch what neither could say. This time she was nearly reverent in the way she touched him, deliberate as if to commit every part of him to memory; as if to imprint her touch on his skin so that no other would ever try to lay claim to what was hers.