[ Hilda can’t help the embarrassed laugh at his compliment. Flattery regarding her outward appearance had never had much of an effect on her. Dressing up, looking pretty, charming those around her were some of the few things she knew herself to be good at. But with the way he’s holding her, the way he’s looking at her, she can’t help but suddenly feel shy under his gaze. Like she’s melting under his touch and taste of her mouth.

Her eyes flutter as she savours the taste of him, keeping him close so that their lips are inches apart even after they part. Her free hand settles just over his heart, committing the warmth of his chest under her palm and the steady but gentle heartbeat to memory. ]

I meant it when I said I want all of you, Sylvain. I was scared. It was so much. But I mean it, and I hope you believe it. [ She brushes her nose against his again. ] You don’t even have to return my feelings. I just need you know that you’re so deserving of being wanted and loved.