Hermione smiled slightly against the kiss, a small sound of happiness in the back of her throat. Yes, this felt right. She'd been with only a few men since coming to America a century ago, but with all of them she'd felt like she was being unfaithful and had to end it. In her heart, she was always married to Orestes, she had always been his queen.
When she finally broke the kiss she rested her cheek against his. "I love you," she whispered.