[ He's unwilling to look away from Isabelle even as he leans back, but he still follows her touch, his stomach muscles contracting under her hand. ]

Better? You have no idea. [ His words are a little broken, his voice rough, tinged with awe. ] I think I'm still dreaming.

[ He wants to touch her, to pull her to him, feel her against him for the first time, maybe for the only time, but he doesn't know if he can ask, what the rules of this game are. ]

I've not been thinking of anyone else for weeks. Every time. [ He's breathing hard, movements of his hand slowing as he focuses on forming sentences. ] I'm so into you it's making me crazy.