Gaz chuckles, closing her eyes when he kisses her palms. "Then I wish I'd been born sooner. For your sake and mine both." When she can, she cups his cheek and kisses him lightly on the mouth before letting her head dip, kissing his clavicle lightly.
She feels herself growing warmer, her skin more flushed. "You're perfect," she murmurs, looking up at him. "Don't doubt it."