He was about to tell her that at least she got it, but then he couldn't say anything. He didn't want to say anything. Everything that needed to be said was being done without words, that was the sort of kiss it was. Like he had been there, or that he'd always be there. Even if she cut herself, even if he cut himself, no matter what, through thick and thin. Forever.
The thing was, that forever for Tate really meant forever, and he didn't hold back anything. He even let the tip of his tongue glance over her lower lip after she was done nipping at him, and one hand moved to grope at her ass as the kiss continued.