"Love you," is so easy for him to say, feels good for him to say. It's perfect as he leans up to kiss her fingers, nuzzle into them with sweet affection. Her lips are kissed back a moment after that.

Then he's breathing in deep, taking in the feel of her body against his. Sometimes, when she was like this, enticing and sweet and beautiful as she was, he couldn't think of anything specific he wanted. All he could do was enjoy her as she was, slide one leg around to entwine them a little more, and lean up for another kiss.

"I'm glad you stay with me too. I know it's not simple."