She feels that awe on her skin, warm and wonderful, like the first light of day. She meets his gaze, her hand stroking along his nape, her own smile reflecting a quiet wonder back to him.
"Good. I can't promise it will always be like this, but -- I promise you, I will always try to bring us back here."
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"Good. I can't promise it will always be like this, but -- I promise you, I will always try to bring us back here."