Caroline couldn't help but grin, couldn't help but lean forward just that bit more and kiss him again. It hadn't taken as much as it should have to admit what she wanted, what she was able to admit at this time. Maybe she wasn't changing for him but she was definitely growing. Was this what growing up was? She had feeling it was and it wasn't as scary as she thought it might be.
"I want to see it with you. I want you to tell me all about it, even if this one isn't yours. I want you to share your stories and share all that culture and history. I just want to know it all." Every little last piece of him, of what he knew, what he loved.
"And maybe I do better than most, but you know me better than most. Better than myself at times. I think you understand me too, the parts of me that I don't even understand yet." She pulled back a little, still smiling. "Can we go home now? As much as I'd love you taking me right here, right now, I want our bed. And I'd like to enjoy you until the sun comes up."