Faith trembled when her hand was pressed against his heart, under his. The hand she had in his hair slid down to just wrap tightly around his shoulders. When he shifted, she knew she should have kept him from moving-what if the bandage slipped, or the stab wound reopened? But she didn't, instead staying where she was.
Something had changed.
She wasn't sure what it was, or how it had happened. But there was something different. This was proven by the fact that even though she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and forget about the world, she was the one who broke the kiss this time. A soft breath shuddered up, before she then buried her face in the spot where his neck met his shoulder, eyes squeezed tight. She was trying desperately not to shake, but it was difficult. A tear slid out of one eye and dropped onto his shirt, but she didn't notice.