It makes her grin-- broad and guileless, the kind of smile she wouldn't let anyone else see. Could it have been like this-- could it be like this? Easy and sweet and... she hasn't got words for it, really. It feels natural, in a way she's not accustomed to relationships being.

(And she'll leave this behind, someday.)

In spite of the pang that thought gives her, it leaves her a little giddy. She kisses him again before slipping off his lap, offering him a hand up. Sure, he just showered-- but she doesn't want to let him out of her sight.