"I didn't," Octavia admitted. She'd shoved this entire side of herself aside, hadn't even thought about kissing anyone since Niylah and their few desperate attempts at something human during the dark year.

But here, even between the words, she found herself pressing a few haphazard kisses against one corner of his mouth.

"Now I do."

Because it made her feel something, something more straight-forward than the mess she carried with her in every other moment.