Us. God, that word used to give her hives. Now it just feels like something sliding into lock, sun on her face, relief. The way he kisses her after just should make her cringe but it can't, when her heart's doing flip flops in her chest and she's missed him so much.

"I forget," she murmurs when she winds her arms around his neck, then draws her legs up his to wrap around his hips. When she said nothing but him, she meant nothing. Not even the floor. Kate quirks a grin against his mouth for that thought and then brushes her mouth against his. "When we're apart, I forget how good this feels."