[ Beneath his touch, her muscles flutter just so. ]

Yes... They have.

[ Her fingers unravel, the softer pads of her fingertips following the line of his tendon, to his collar. There, she can rest her hand, thumb brushing into the concave of his clavicle. ]

In my conundrum, I find it difficult to express the extent of my happiness... so you'll understand a slip now and then, mm?