"Yeah, I don't know either," Jerry says, kissing her jaw, her neck, his hand trailing from her waist down over her hip and thigh, mostly just to keep touching her. For that matter, he doesn't know why it took so long to say, when he knew he did all that time, too -- knew it practically since he met her, he thinks -- but that doesn't have to matter now. What does is that he has said it, that so has she, that there's still a whole morning ahead of them to spend like this. "But I'm glad it does."