He looked at her for a moment.
"He only comes out for you," he said.
Her breath caught slightly.
He kissed her throat....slow, open-mouthed, feeling her pulse against his lips. Her hands came up to his shoulders and held.
"Silas," she said.
"Still here," he said against her skin.
He worked down her neck, her collarbone, taking his time because he had time now, because she was here and real and the bond between them was warm and present and he was done rationing himself.
She arched slightly.
"You're doing that on purpose," she said.
"Yes," he said.
"The deliberate thing...."
"Yes."
She made a sound that was half frustration half want and he smiled against her skin....the specific private smile that she'd told him once she'd never seen him use with anyone else.
He lifted his head.
Looked at her....flushed, hair spread across his pillow, eyes dark and fully present.
Three weeks.
