Her chin tips up so she can meet him for the kiss. She lets herself enjoy it as it lingers, her fingertips stroking slowly down the length of his back and up again. It's a nice opportunity to enjoy the warmth of his body and the closeness between them. There's something almost nostalgic about it, a reminder of their stolen moments caught up in dark corners and empty rooms. It's hard to think they might actually have time now. But no surprise that her feelings haven't changed over the years.

Her cheeks are a little pink as the kiss winds down, and she bumps her nose against his playfully as she takes a breath. Her eyes study his for a moment as she considers her answer and how to phrase it.

"I'm my own. But I've always been yours too."