The words hung in the air between them, heavy with promise and need. Prue stared at him, her heart hammering against her ribs, heat flooding through her despite everything, the tears still drying on her cheeks, despite the emotional devastation of the last few hours, despite… how she had wronged him. Was he really willing to forgive her so easily?

A laugh bubbled up, unexpected and almost hysterical. "Nate, I just vomited. I need to brush my teeth. And probably shower because I smell ...