So, Evan was going to just stay down here. On the floor. Here on the floor was where he was going to stay. Forever. Just so long as Sholeh was okay with staying, too. Was she?

She should be. That would be kind of awesome.

And if his fingers tightened a little around the fabric of her dress and clung on, well, maybe that was just his way of letting her know, since his mouth was otherwise occupied.