The scars were new. New to her. She set her fingers on the circular scar tissue and traced the painful shape. When he told her again, she let out a sigh, and her breath fanned over his chest. It felt like relief, the way the words settled inside her. I love you.
Did she love him? "How do you know?" she asked him, sighing again under the hand that teased at her thigh. The touch was warming her from the inside out, though his fingers were cool. It helped, in the same way that kissing helped, but it still didn't soothe down the restlessness. She didn't know what to do next, and she needed to know her answer, too.
"It feels to me like you are the most important person. Is that love? It hurt when I thought I would have to fight you. I want to always be around you. I am happier when you are beside me. I want all good things for you. Is this love?"