[ He might have thought she would regret such a gesture so quickly, though he wouldn't be sure as to why. Once upon a time, she had made a pass at him before. Nothing physical, merely in spoken word, and he had been a coward in response. But he would be a liar if he had said he hadn't thought about accepting. She is a beautiful woman, kind and intelligent... But he had barely known her. Now? He can't help but be glad he had waited. ]

[ Cullen is afraid to let go of her, for fear that the world may crumble beneath him or this may never happen again. He is content to let their foreheads press together, for their smiles to touch and for him to forever remember this moment. There is surprise in knowing she feels the same and that she has always thought of sharing such a moment with him. ]

Maker, so have I...

[ He could ask what stopped her, but he is certain he knows. It's likely they both hesitated for the same reasons. ]

If... If you've no regrets, neither do I. I care for you, Neria. More than words can say.