Rowan held her so tightly that she could feel the rapid, frantic beating of his heart slowly calming down to a steady, peaceful rhythm against her own chest. He felt exactly like a drowning man who had just been pulled from the freezing sea onto solid, warm land.
Delaney chuckled softly. It was a bright, musical sound that filled the quiet, shadowed room with incredible warmth.
She kept playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, her fingers tangling gently in the gold strands. She looked up at him, her hazel eyes showing her deep hunger and her undeniable love.
"Besides," Delaney added. Her voice dropped into a playful, incredibly teasing whisper. She tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing softly against his jaw. "Even if I did want to run away from you, I have already learned my lesson."
Rowan opened his eyes. He lifted his head slightly, looking down at her with a fond, highly amused expression. He loved the clever, sharp way her mind worked. "Have you?"
