Sam didn't allow her much space, because right now he'd probably feel jealous of the air that got between them.
"Love. You." he said, after a kiss. "So much." His mouth went down her neck, to her delicate collarbone and bare shoulder. He took his time tasting her skin, more careful now than ever not to mar it with marks. "Anne." he whispered against her skin, feeling tears stinging at his eyes.