he was a boy, she was a girl

Relief flooded her veins, more powerful than any medication she'd prescribed. Lucretia let out a long sigh. Her eyelashes fluttered in surprise - she hadn't even been aware that she was holding her breath. Bourbon had stolen it right from her lungs. His promise meant more to her than she could say. They had already accomplished so much together. He had always been more than her companion and more than her assistant. He was her equal in every respect. The growing intensity of their relationship seemed like a natural progression, even if she was nervous. Luce hoped that his promise would remain true over the coming seasons and... well, years. She couldn't picture anyone else by her side. The shamyn closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, returning his affections in the restrained way that she knew how. "I am yours," she said softly. A small sigh of pleasure escaped her as he gave her a soft kiss. Where did they go from here?