He runs his hands over her, her side, her shoulder, her rump. He's so grateful he's here with her, and he can't help it when it leaves his lips.

"I love you."

His body stiffens just a little bit when it comes out, and suddenly, he's terrified she'll think he's insincere, or that she doesn't love him back. Maybe he's moved too fast. If she looks up at him, his eyes are wide and frightened, but sincere, achingly so.