The corners of Will's eyes crinkled with his smile. "I can think of a few things," he said. He didn't move at once, though, except to raise a hand and brush back a stray lock of hair with his finger. The simple intimacy of the moment felt like something to savour, her soft breath against his cheek, the scent of her hair, her warmth moulded against him. The quiet, enveloping sense of her divinity, that had once seemed so foreign and now just felt perfectly, unmistakeably her. "You know, a year ago, I never thought... I never thought my life'd be this full."