If he turned his hand into her and began stroking her there, she would wake up smiling and drowsy and ready for him again. They would kiss. Erotically. Her mouth would be so damn enticing, he'd dip into it again and again to gather the taste that was now familiar to him. He would touch his tongue to her nipples, and she'd rub her thumb around the tip of his cock and feel that he was about to burst, and then he'd be inside her, moving. Or maybe not. Maybe he would do something he'd never done with a woman. Maybe he would just... be. [...] No, maybe this time, he would just savor being joined to another person as tightly as two people could be. He would savor being joined with Honor.