So many times Sisse had seen that look, that amused flair to his lips that he tried to tamp down. She didn't care to recognize where she had seen it before because she knew precisely what it meant this time and his words cemented it. Her heart soared at that admission and somehow she found her gloved fingers had become tangled with his.

Her mind was full of sensations, memories, her cheeks flushed. And for one moment Sisse hesitated, biting the inside of her lip slightly, before whispering, "Would you like me to show you how it happened?" The words were almost a whisper, imprudent, and damning, but Sisse wanted him to understand. To feel what she had felt, what she had thought he felt in that moment and in this moment as well. She might be wrong, she so often was with Lester, but she didn't want to consider that, and so she didn't. She let herself be lost to the moment.