It's possible she'll regret the impulse, regret the blurring of lines they've only just begun redrawing. Right now, in this moment, his presence feels like a miracle, and emotional caution is the furthest thing from her mind.

She molds herself against him, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other pressed flat against his back, and for a few precious moments, she allows the rest of the world to fall away. When she finally - reluctantly - pulls back, she's flushed and a little breathless.