[With a small tug she attempts to pull her chin away but his grip demands her attention, and an answer to his question. She stares at him for a long time in silence.
Finally, her fingers lift to his wrist and she tugs his hand back down. Even with her heart fluttering in a panic, he has to realize she's not naive.]
I'm not deluded enough to live in the past.
[A tired glare, cheeks sprinkled with a faint hue of red. Recapturing his hand she brings it to her lips. With a soft kiss, her lips brush his knuckles, eyes lifting to stare back up at him. She lowers her arm, so that both their hands linger, clutched, between them.]