"Me? I'm thinking you're beautiful from head to toe. I'm thinking that I'm glad Letto broke through. I'm thinking that the trip to the mountains is going to go much quicker than navigating them will be. That I never want to be anywhere but with you. That your ass is impossibly soft, that your entire body is. Another thought about how beautiful you are." He nuzzled his nose on hers. "I could keep on going but I don't think that's really necessary... or, for that matter, possible. The way you hold me, the way you've got your leg around me, it has this way of making my mind slow and sluggish and content. And when you kiss me I can't think at all. I'm just on fire, a burn that I can't describe, but I know as exquisite."<br/><br/>He slid both hands up her body to cup her cheeks, his thumb passing over her lips. "I think that this is love but I'm not sure, and maybe even a little scared of what that might mean. I think I want to make love with you again. I think I just want to keep going without stopping until the world ends all over again, as long as it ends with me in your arms." He was silent for a moment, and smiled crookedly. "I think I'm overthinking all of this and for once it's entirely okay."