Arching into his touch, Lily lets out a soft hum of pleasure against his mouth before she nips lightly at his lower lip. Her hands return to his arms, running over his skin, his shoulders, cupping either side of his neck as she presses a kiss to the line of his jaw. It's cool up on the roof, but her skin still feels warm, overheated and her fingers curl under slightly, nails raking lightly at his skin.

This is it. This is proof that she's okay. That none of what she left behind matters.