“We spend a lot of time together,” she told him, “and it’s not awful. So maybe we could . . .” God, she really hadn’t thought this through, and it turned out sheer, shining adoration was incredibly difficult to express out loud. But apparently, that was okay with Zaf, because he swept in and rescued her. “Maybe we could keep being not-awful?” “Exactly,” she managed. “Together,” he pushed. “Without faking it. And without limits.” “Right,” she said faintly. “You know what that is,” he murmured, “don’t you, Danika?”
