Quitely...

She touched the crook of his elbow. He responded with a light tapping upon the metal cot. Her heart bounced with exhiliration. Again. For the thousandth time.

She edged from her bed to his. Silently. Unknowingly to the rest of the baracks inhabitants. Her lips, dry, chapped, eager, drapped upon his ear.

"I love you."

The words whispered lightly as a feather drifing upon the wind, a beat upon the air from a butterfly's wing.

Three taps upon the metal cot. This time from his 4th digit ringed with a brass band. She knew. He loved her as well.