Seeing the tears slide down his face, she let go of his shirt instantly so she could reach up and sweep them away with a careful caress. When he'd been running to get on that plane, she'd thought she'd seen tears gathering in his eyes then, but seeing them now made her heartache. She never meant to make him hurt or cry.

But feeling him grab her hand, she let him, dark eyes following where he guided her hand only to shiver both from the feeling of his lips on her skin and the words he spoke. Finally, the smile that stole across her lips was easy and natural as warmth fluttered in her chest.

A pure feeling of hope and love.

"I suppose..." She licked at her lips slowly, balancing the words soft and light on her tongue before finishing. "That you must know, if I've waited for you this long." Perhaps it was too early to tease him on that, for both of them. Biting at her lower lip, she shifted closer, head tipping so she could brush a kiss to the corner of his eye sweetly. "You're worth waiting for." Even when she didn't have that hope or the ability to find the way for so long, part of her needed to wait.

There had never been a question in the beginning if she should run after him. Turning her hand in his, she suddenly smiled as her fingertips slipped over his palm, pushing between his fingers. "Do you remember what you told me this meant when we first arrived in London?"