When Luna broke the kiss it was only so that she could catch her breath. He was bent down towards her, which made it easy to press her forehead to his, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Will,” she whispered, because even his name formed so well in her mouth. Her fingers moved through his hair and she lifted her face to look up at him again, feeling vulnerable and willing to do almost anything to prolong his touch. “I never stopped loving you,” she told him.