Indeed, here they are. There is a blissful sort of silence that settles in her mind as soon as he brushes his fingers against her cheek, her breath coming out calmly on the next exhale, the awkward tension ebbing away.

"Yes," she answers, reaching up to circle his wrist with her hand, to lean her cheek into his palm, her gaze open and interested and fixed on his face now.

"You're who I want," she murmurs, just to specify. She presses a kiss to the inside of his palm and tips her head up. "Kiss me?"