Her lips were silenced by his. Peter felt the momentary surprise, and took his time with the kiss. He was kissing his wife, because she had become too damned adorable to resist.
"Put it on my hand, Sarah," he said, breathing the words against her lips. "I love it. I love you for" thinking of it. He lapsed into telepathy when his lips demanded to be otherwise engaged.
When he withdrew again, the warmth that had been radiating in Sarah's bracelet stopped. Gone. Swiftly enough that it might have caught her attention, though Peter had been doing his best to make the warmth come on slowly and avoid piquing her curiosity before he was done.
Instead of drawing attention to it now (no more than the sudden absense of warmth), Peter looked at the ring she still held. "Thoughts? Emotions? Or should we just test them out to see if there are any limits, and how we can make it permanent?"