The smile is slow and large. He can be one of the best moments in her memory, and if he manages this she'll be a bright spot in his eternity.
He lowers her to her feet, drawing out the process, making every second a chance to slowly move his fingertips and mouth across the exposed skin of her arms, neck, and shoulders. He tickles her arms as he detaches them from his body with great reluctance as he steps back, his eyes committing her to memory and a plan of attack.
"Then," he says. "Run. The scene starts with running."
The shadow of the cliff cools his back. This is going to be the death of him, but she needs never to know that.
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