No tears fell when he kissed her eyelids. The emotions weren't the sort that needed the release of crying, especially not with his kisses so sweet and hands so gentle on her face.

She tipped her mouth to his again, kissed him softly. If she let herself, she could believe this was destiny. They'd found each other in two worlds, after all. But she almost didn't want to believe it. Instead, she preferred to believe they'd been lucky and chose each other; somehow it didn't feel like they had as much of a target painted on their love if they chose it.

But she hadn't worked out how to say any of that yet without it sounding inane. And the way he looked at her now, love naked, real and raw in his face and yearning in every line of his body, she didn't want to blither at him. She only shook her head softly, smiling, and said, "However it happened, I'm glad it did."