Standing so close to him was always dangerous, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. It wasn’t something she could blame on habits picked up from lengthy undercover missions, either; she didn’t have a problem with it around anyone else. He just... drove her to distraction. Always had. She had disguising it down to an art. She hoped.
Oh.
And then he said things like that. Words that did interesting things to her heartbeat and the butterflies he always seemed to cause her. Surprise, relief, and countless other emotions bubbled up in her as she looked at him, blue eyes bright in the moonlight. She slid her hand down his arm and tangled her fingers with his, indicating the outcropping where she’d been sitting when they’d approached with a lift of her chin. “Sit with me?”