He couldn't help but gasp in surprise as she willingly opened her mouth for him. His tongue brushed against hers as his hands slid down to settle on her waist. Hope fluttered in his heart because if this wasn't a sign that his convictions were right (she was his, even now) then he didn't know what it was.

Didn't want to know.

His hands began to slide up her shirt and he didn't even care that his hands were caked in blood or that there was a corpse not too far from them. All he cared about was her.