He hadn't quite touched her cheek, but it still burnt as he brushed her hair away from her face. Staring up at him into his warm eyes she felt content, even as the storm whirled around the point of their cottage up on the little cliff. She suddenly felt quite content to stay as they were for as long as they could. Tilda smiled at him, her cheeks warming up as she realized she was in his arms in the closest to nothing she'd ever been.

The corners of her mouth turned down in a glimmer of confusion. She'd seen something in his eyes just then - a flicker of something...a question? She wanted to say yes as if she even had a single clue as to what the question was. If he could feel her heart beating against her chest at any point during the evening - when they were dancing, when they'd collapsed on the beach, or when she'd fallen on him - this had to be when it was beating the loudest.

She looked to him beseechingly, cluelessly, her brows knitted slightly together as she pulled away ever so slightly to peer up at him. Her eyes searched his as it hit her that she had no idea what was to happen next, nor what should happen. She mirrored him, reaching a hand up to brush a lock of hair that had fallen into his eyes, tucking it away before her palm rested on his cheek.

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