Tessa laced her fingers with his, leaning into him as she returned the kiss. She kept her power restrained, not wanting to overwhelm him, but allowing her enthusiasm to filter through. Kisses were something that she savored even more than pickle-chips and deep-dish pizza pies.
And somehow, Dean had managed to say something romantic.
She smiled, and caressed his face with her free hand. "You didn't even have to stop your heart this time. That's always a good sign."