If Steve Trevor had ever told her that her eyes were beautiful, Diana did not remember it, and so she shook her head. She did not quite dare to speak because she was absolutely sure it would come out squeaky, and until she’d swallowed, she had no intentions of doing so.
And besides, what answer was really needed besides that head shake? Diana did not have the excuse of a tired brain and lack of filter, but she did have the excuse, should she need it, of his warmth and closeness, the feel of his arms around her and the tingling that still happened when his skin met hers.
So Diana tilted her face to his and kissed him, and her fingertips rose to his jaw as the tip of her tongue flicked against his lower lip, asking permission to deepen this one.