After all those kisses, Yelena melted down against him, lying sprawled across Mika's chest like a woman who had just found her salvation.
She didn't know if it was because of the flood of kisses that still lingered like warmth across her face and neck, or if it was simply because Mika was finally back, finally holding her like this again, but every nerve in her body felt rejuvenated.
She felt lighter, brighter, almost as if ten years had fallen away from her shoulders in a single rush, as if she had been granted youth again just by resting against him.
She thought that if she could keep him like this, sit here on his lap, cling to him as he breathed steadily under her, then she would never need anything else, she would gladly give up every other treasure and comfort just to preserve this simple, perfect moment.
She told herself silently, desperately, that this time it would never go away.
