She tips her cheek into Monty's hand, his rough palm feeling soothing more than anything against her skin. Her fingers clutch timidly at his shirt, curling into the fabric. As he pulls his lips away from hers, her breathing seems to be the loudest thing in the room, her exhales shaky and her inhales trembling. She tries to stay as still as possible when she feels him pressing such gentle, sweet kisses to her cheeks, her eyes.

But she can't help leaning forward afterwards, slipping off the coffee table, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his shoulder. Less than forever isn't specific at all. As much as she hates to admit it, this could be over much sooner than expected. She's agree to that, she knows... but she can't help wanting to keep him as close as possible for as long as she can. It's clingy behavior, she knows - but surely he'll grant her a couple of moments of curling up in his lap, listening to his heartbeat,