Lily's touch alone was enough to bring him to a different time and place. Was she really willing to forgive him? He had no idea what this meant for her, or for them, or for him. It changed things, perhaps irrevocably. If he was sensible he would turn and run. But he had never been sensible around Lily. He knew now what it was to be without her, and he had no intention of that happening again if he could help it.
His hand found hers, the slightest brush and then, more confidently, his fingers interlacing lightly with hers, her touch cool and exquisite and familiar.