There was much to be said from the way they held each other in such great esteem. Whatever those old fools had said, Galatea loved this man. There was absolutely no denying it.
His wandering touch was something she had been used to from the beginning. It was as though the moment she became real she already knew his touch. As a statue she was just unmoving, unfeeling. But she had no memories before the kiss that brought her to life.