Tor took another step. ‘Do you need help with … ?’ ‘My dress?’ Wren looked down at the loose ties. ‘I think I can do it.’ Another step. She heard the staccato of his breath in the silence. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something. ‘What is it?’ she said, softly. But Tor couldn’t find the words. He reached for her and she went to him. And then they were kissing again. This time, they didn’t stop.
