Cecilia's smile brightened, and she pushed higher up on her toes, guiding his head down with her hands so she could kiss him lightly. He was at least a foot taller than her, but she kind of liked the difference. "I know, Owen," she murmured. "I trust you entirely. Completely, with my whole heart. With my life." It was trusting herself that was the problem. "You might have to speak up if I cross the line," she added, chuckling softly. "I've had to resist little urges to touch you for so long, I might be making up for lost time."