"No," she sighs softly, contently. "No, it isn't."

She runs her fingers slowly over his face, smiling at the feel of his barely-there stubble. "That night on the dock, when you asked who was going to have your back? I had to remind myself it was just the two of us out there. No way you could have been talking about me."

Juliet's always soft-spoken, but she's so quiet now, speaking just so he can hear her, like every word is a secret.

"Then, night two, we sat on the front porch and I started to sob, and you held me. And the second time I cried while you held me, after that first recruit party?" she begins, staring at him now.

"That was the night I fell in love with you, James. And it was so easy. It was so easy I didn't even try, I just loved you."