He hadn't realised she had it in her to be that still. Then again, she can, as she said, do anything she sets her mind to. (Like spending a year determinedly courting a man who hadn't seen her coming.)

His breath hitches when her hips move, and then his own do, too, rolling with each slow thrust. He's braced on one arm, looking down at her, that odd little ghost of a smile on his lips as he watches her face.