"After you and your things," she points out before peppering his face with kisses.

Her arms tighten around him, kissing the spot where his neck meets his shoulder before her head settles against him. Their escape from Piaget felt like a lifetime ago. She recalls too keenly what it was like getting over the nightmares to believe that terror is gone completely, for either of them, but for now, she's the happiest she can remember being.

"Tell me what you want for our wedding. I want small, but I want a nice dress and lots of flowers, and you."