Before she could realize what she was saying and panic about it, her hands closed around his wrists, not to pull his hands from her face, but for that connection. "You have everything I need. I don't need anything else. You were a hero when I didn't even know I needed one. You listen when I need to talk, and there when I can't talk. You hold me when my dreams get bad, and Mother knows how often that is."
A little smile tugged at her lips. "You're the perfect nude model." And everything that went with that. "Even better than him." Feyre let her eyes down his body. Not hiding the heat that was in them when they reached his face once more. "What more does a female need?"
She stroked the walls of his mind. Asking permission into that room that she built there.
She hadn't been poetic. In fact she'd been kind of perverse. But maybe the words she shied away from where buried in them.