It's exactly the sort of kiss she remembers sharing with him, a loving and tender sort of a kiss. The kiss that she'd measured all kisses since against, before she learned just how demanding and dangerous kisses could be. It's staggering and to call it a home-coming would be the sort of gross understatement that would do no credit to either party.

She keeps her eyes open which she never used to do because she doesn't want to miss a thing. And it's a very good kiss.