"Gar..." Rose's voice was thin and low. She had things to say, but she just couldn't bring herself to say them. It would be a miracle if her throat would even work for her with the lump forming there. Marrying Gar had been the sort of thing she'd dreamed about once she'd lost him. To have him there with her now and almost have the chance was just a little too much to process. Vision blurred by fresh tears, Rose slid forward, into his lap.
When she kissed him this time, it was quite like the sort of kisses she'd given him the night before. There was ravenous hunger for him that showed in the desperate way she held onto him, how her mouth molded against his. Last night, her kisses had been faster. Now, she was slow and thorough.