"Borrowed time," Jon repeated. It was a good way to put it, even though it was now the absolute worst thing he could think of. Looking at Daenerys as she hugged him close, he decided that wasn't true. The worst thing, now, would have been to never realize how he'd come to feel about the girl and how she felt in return.

His smile widened, suddenly feeling playful and lighthearted. She was absolutely right-- if the time was running out, then they couldn't waste a bit of it. Jon leaned back to lay on the ground, taking Daenerys with him. "Is it now?" he said, looking up at her. "And exactly what are you proposing?" His hand reached up and found her cheek before he kissed her again, this time with more confidence. "More of that, I hope."