She closed her eyes briefly when he kissed her forehead, and clung to him as he moved them both into the apartment. There had really only been a few tears that had fallen, but it was still enough for both of them to know that she was deeply moved by something--him, to be exact. Most of the time, tears were a sign of sadness, but not this time. This time, Rose was so happy she could barely speak, and it seemed like he couldn't either. That was just as well. There weren't really any words for this sort of situation anyway.
Her hands came up to cover his, and she pushed up on her toes so she could kiss him, like she'd convinced herself she never would again. The last kiss they'd shared had been so very wrong--cold, manipulative...and she'd stabbed him in the heart with a wooden chair leg. But this was everything they'd shared that night in the cabin. It was soft and warm and perfect.
"I love you," she said softly, pulling back just enough to look at him.