Her lips parted, words on the tip of her tongue before his hand slipped beneath her shirt, sending the words skittering, nervous, out of her head. Nodding mutely, she could feel the flush spreading across her cheeks as his fingertips pressed against her skin.

"Yes... Robb," Del said softly, brushing a kiss against his lips as she arched into his touch. No one had touched her like this, like she mattered in such a long time. No one had cared. No one but Robb.