She lets out a soft breath and holds him as close as she can, clinging to him. Her hands move, fingers in his hair.

Juliet loves him, she knows she does, and she isn't sure why it's so easy to put her heart in his hands, but there it is. She loves him slowly, body moving with his, the moment slow and tender, her lips capturing his until she can't because she's too close to falling apart.

"James," she whispers, wrapped around him as though trying to fuse their bodies together.