His eyes were tear-bright meeting hers. He tilted his face a little into her touch, then moved back in for another kiss.

"Me, too," he murmured in a break for breath. "I think… since I met you." He hadn't been able to realize it then; he'd been Alliance, she an asset. And what had grown between them, what they'd given each other, had been beyond romance or sexuality. But he'd never chosen anyone or anything above the mission in his life. From the beginning, he'd chosen her. Every time.