Demelza smiled at Neville. She rubbed his arms, her hands running down his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin under her finger tips. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Neville's neck as her fingers gripped at his waistband.
She looked at him wordlessly. She loved him, and she wanted to say something, but every word seemed to pale in comparison to how she felt inside. Another deep kiss to his lips, she unbuttoned his jeans.