I don't know how to speak your language yet.

[She says it softly, fingers skimming over his skin, tracking the pathways of vessels and veins from his neck to his shoulders to his collarbones.]

You try, I think. To say how you are feeling. But you don't do it in words. You do it in other ways.

[One hand comes up, brushing over his cheek, tracing the soft semicircle of skin beneath his eye.]

In looks. Movements. I am not fluent in you, not yet.