Her reaction is subtle and probably expected—she stiffens slightly, her abdomen going tight, and she draws in a breath. Not as sharp a breath as she took the first time he did this to her, but it is noticeable, and she knows it. She leans in against his shoulder and takes a couple deep breaths.

She kind of forgets until she does that how good she thinks he smells. It's a sense memory that causes her to close her eyes and set her head down against him all the way.

"Me, too," she mutters after another pause, practically a whisper. That's the closest he's gotten to her saying those three words in a good long while. She opens her eyes then, looking at his neck. She hates how it makes her feel to admit it, but at the same time it's nice to know it makes him feel good to hear it.