He breathes out, and breathes in, pulling the smell of her shampoo deep into his lungs.

It's similar to something Winona used to use, but it's different enough to be pure Dani, so the memory slides to the back of his brain as easily as his palms travel up her sides.

His fingertips ride the ridges of her ribs, slow and certain; one hand returns to her nape, drawing her closer for a deep, unhurried kiss.