The warmth of a hand touched her face and she was shaken out of her thoughts. There was wetness against her cheeks as he swiped his fingers across them.
"I've always… thought you were pretty," Adam let out a quiet laugh, "… I was always nervous around you."
Eve breathed out a smile and felt his lips against the trail of her tears. He kissed them away as if he could kiss the wounds in her heart. Lips pressed and moved purposefully against her causing her skin to rise, causing her blood to heat up. Then his lips met hers and she sighed into it.
For so long she had waited for him: every single death, decades, centuries… she will always find him.
Tongues touched and danced like no time had passed between them; hips moved against one another earning a gasp from the man below her.
"How I longed for you," she hummed with their breath mingling, "How I had imagined us every day."
