She moves with him, letting him lead the dance. He huffs out a breath and she presses him deep, grinding against the root of him, chasing that sweet ache again. She gasps, drawing a deep, shuddering breath, her body pulsing around him, her temple pressed against his jaw.

So many things she has to tell him before he goes. If this is the last chance they'll have, she has to make every heartbeat count. Her arms wind around his neck, her fingers weaving in his hair. All the while, she moves, using her body to tell him, all the things he'll never let her say out loud.