Cooper kept his arms loosely curled around Sarah's waist as she turned, luxuriating in the sensation of her warm, soft flesh against his arms. And not just his arms - there was a little brush of her hip against his thigh, her bottom just barely grazing his ...<br/><br/>"Hrm." He met Sarah's gaze with a smile of his own. After all this, still shy? It was baffling. She was sweet, smart and brave, never mind her spectacular build. His arms tightened a little around her, drawing her close enough for him to press his lips to her forehead. "I'm glad. Wouldn't want to start clashing, perfume-wise, right?"<br/><br/>He paused to draw a long breath. The rising steam was carrying waves of Sarah's own luscious scent up to him, and he drank it in eagerly. "You jewel..." he murmured. And then realized what he had said - and let it pass. There was something between them now, and he wasn't going to dance around it any longer. "You jewel," he repeated, and kissed her forehead again.