He put his arms around her and kissed her for all of the times that he hadn’t, but should have. He kissed her for all of those times that he had wanted to, but fear and denial had made it impossible. He kissed her for all of the hours that he had spent dreaming of this moment, of the feel of her body against his, of her warmth and scent and touch. He kissed her for the future that he wanted to share with her, for the plans that he had made for them and those that they would make together.