When I reach her side, I go back to my knees and she makes that noise, the one that I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
"What are you doing, Beast?"
"Didn't want to waste my day waiting for you," I murmur, my head down again. "Thought I'd wait on you."
There's a subtle difference, and from the tension in her, she knows it.
"You like this, don't you?" she whispers.
It's the first time I've heard real emotion in her voice, both shock and wonder, and it drags my head up, startled, to meet her wide, marveling brown eyes.
"This. Being here, with me, like this."
I hesitate for a moment, considering the question, and she lets me. Something I've figured out about Beauty is she would rather I take my time and sort through my thoughts so I can give her an intelligent answer, rather than blurt out the first thing that pops in my head.
"Yes," I answer, finally, simply. "I want to be here, sweetheart."