"I like trying things with you, too," I reply with a warm smile, watching as he kisses my hand so tenderly. Since he came back, the juxtaposition between the Oliver from before and the Oliver from after have both thrilled and dismayed me, and everything between. It's the same pieces falling into place into different ways, two images overlapping.

As sad as the reason for it may be, there's beauty in rediscovering these things with him. It makes them feel new for me, too. In some ways, I'm lucky. How many people get to have someone as wonderful as Oliver fall in love with them twice?

"Hm, what else should we try?" I drawl out, walking my fingers up his arm and biting my lip. I may be too tired to do anything more, at least not with a little rest, but I do love to hear him talk.