She was going to ask more questions but something about his hand at her cheek gently dissolves the thought. It's a puff of wind on a dandelion head, and she would watch them go, but the warmth of his touch is distracting.

Her eyes fall closed and she leans in to kiss that dangerous mouth of his, tasting him because she wants to. Because he lets her.

Eventually, she finds the breath to ask, "What else can you feel?"