And she loves him. She loves him especially in this moment, kissing her, touching her, smiling with her. It's the little things that feel right. They feel easy, easier with him than anyone else she's tried. She doesn't say that, doesn't want to bring up crass things like comparisons and things.

There's too many things to try to pay attention to, to memorize. The feel of his hand on her hair, his fingertips on her skin, stitches rough against her lips but soft between. He's cute when he leans down to kiss her, actually has to when she's not in heels of her own. There's simply too much she wants to hold on to, wants to keep fresh in her mind. There's too much she wants to cling to, like it might be taken away.

Meulin smiles against his lips, pulling back a breath to kiss his nose and his cheeks.