"You do know," he said, daring now to smooth a hand across her temple and through her hair. "That we have all day before the night comes.... And it's your holiday, too. You'll have to walk me through all the things we're supposed to do on Christmas."
He'd imagined what her hair would feel like under his fingers. More than once. Now he didn't have to imagine it.
"I don't expect I'll be going anywhere," he said, and the words were soft and very gentle.