[The sound she makes when his mouth leaves hers isn't human. She has to shut her eyes, afraid she'll start crying for real if she looks at him. Instead she leans into his touch, turning her head to kiss his palm and whispers against his skin.]
I don't even know who you are...but I found you again. That's what's wrong.
[And she can't, she can't not look at him, so she opens her eyes and stares into his face, drinking him in greedily with brand new eyes.]
So screw what's right.
[And this time, when she drags him in for another kiss, fingers clawing restlessly at his shirt in a futile effort to get it off while still sharing his oxygen...it's pretty damn clear that she's done talking for a while.]