Amethystia gasped as Simon kissed her hand. Her knees wobbled at the unexpected tingling, lovely sensations, and almost of its own accord her body pressed up against his. He still held her hand tightly, but she had another free arm, which went up timidly around his neck. She blushed when she realized what she'd done, but didn't let go. Her heart was fluttering fast enough and hard enough that Simon could probably feel it through their clothes, but she couldn't even care about that. This was love, surely. Surely it was love and it would never end and it would always be beyond amazing and so fluttery and nice always. That's what all of her memories of previous peoples' love told her, anyway.