Parvati smiled to herself, and sighed contentedly as George ran his hands through her hair. Her scalp tingled each time his fingers touched her, and sent little shivers down her spine. She reached a hand lazily under his shirt to idle rub his chest and stomach, and looked him in the eye, this time smiling at him.
She kissed his chest and looked up at him expectantly. Parvati couldn't help the deep, singing feeling in her chest. It bubbled over and threatened to burst right out of her. She was afraid of telling him, but she knew it almost as much as she knew her own name. She was infatuated with him; loved him even. Without another word she kissed him, lightly and slowly, her heart fluttering as she breathed him in.