Smiling, I reach out, taking her nervous hands in my own. Running my thumb over the tops of them, I use my head to nuzzle hers upward before taking her mouth. Kissing her with a softness that can hopefully convey just how much it means to me that she’s not only NOT freaking out, but she actually wants to see the other part of me. The part I’d kept hidden from her in fear it’d be too much. I should have known better, my curious, loving, brave little witch.