He felt her maneuver herself against his chest and his arm instinctively wrapped itself around her shoulders while the other went up to timidly touch her face. His hands were cold, as they always were and forever would be, but he knew that she wouldn’t mind that. She never did.
She was warm and he welcomed the heat. There had always been something strangely comforting about it, almost as if it reminded him of something long gone, something humane and normal, something that he’d lost years ago. There was an urge to tighten his hold on her, but he had enough control to know better. A vampire’s grasp had the potential to go from something innocent and loving, to a deadly snake-like grip that could effortlessly crush a human. However, Edward’s hold on her remained docile and harmless.
A hand went to her hair, settled there while he rested the side of his face against her head affectionately.
“I love you.” Still softer than usual, he answered her remark with one of his own. There was so much more to say, but right now, feeling her against him was enough.