This was perfect. He was perfect. The weight of his body on top of her own, the way that he fit against her, the warm feel of his skin contrasting with the cool feel of hers. It was perfect. And again he was proving her wrong, proving that she could feel something that she had thought she would never feel again.
Breaking the kiss so that he could breathe, her soft hands rested upon his shoulders, lightly caressing his skin with her fingertips. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, a small smile forming upon her lips.