Slow was not Gaby's usual speed. At least not when it came to cars. As for matters of the heart, she did not have much experience in that department. There had been a few other men, of course, but she never let them in enough for them to become more than simple dalliances.
As he pulled her closer, she placed both of her hands on his chest, not in an effort to place distance between the two of them, but rather to touch him, feel close to him, in a way she had not dared to before. Looking into his fathomless blue eyes, she felt that fire burning within her still. Her hands tightened into fists at his chest, balling up the crisp fabric of his nice shirt. She did not know if it was possible for her to be happy in the way that Illya meant. But if she was going to try, it would be with him. The corner of her mouth turned up into a small half-smile. "I do," she replied, finding a way to sound far more confident than she actually felt. "Of course I do. As if anyone could refuse after a day like today in a place like this."