"I hope so." Demelza told him, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
She let Neville move them to the music, the swaying and the simple closeness of it all doing wonders. Demelza had not been this content in a long time, and certainly not after her first encounter with Bole.
Her smile widdened and her face seemed to glow with his response. He said he loved her and while Demelza had never been one to believe in the silly emotion, she suddenly found the idea growing on her.
"I'm glad you think I'm all of those things, Neville. I don't care what anyone else thinks of me as long as you keep looking at me the way you do." She said softly, "And I don't ever want you to let me go, I'd be yours forever." She pressed herself into his kiss, her hand lightly grasping at his neck as he deepened the kiss.