Neville hadn't felt anything quite so intensely before, ever. His body was on fire, aching and almost throbbing from where he could still feel the shape of her pressed against him. He let his feet lead him across the room, and he bent down to unlatch the sleeping child.
As if the contact with Hannah had done something to him, made his movements more confident and assured, Neville lifted the sleeping child easily and cradled her against the crook of his neck and his shoulder. He put a supporting hand on her back and stood there a moment, starting to smile as the weight of the sleeping child settled against him. He turned his face to her clothes, and there was that smell of Hannah again mixed with what must be Olvia's baby smell.
He stood, closing his eyes for a moment, a smile on his face, not knowing that he could be seen by Hannah easily.