He turns his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"I'm okay with whatever you're okay with," he says, his dark eyes fixed on her face. "Whatever you're ready for. I just..." He smiles, quietly mortified for a moment. "Can't help that." He traces the sharp point of her chin with one finger, down her neck. "But I can wait. Promise. And if you're never ready? That's okay too. We'll figure it out."