She looks back, blushing a little at his words and oh, Susan Delgado sees him, she sees him very well indeed, and she's lost in the way he's watching her and how it makes her feel.

"As are thee," she counters. Susan shakes her hair forward over her shoulders, watching how his glance follows, and leans close so it can spill over his skin like silk as she places another kiss to his heart, then moves slowly up along the path she'd traced before to his shoulder and along his throat.