She doesn't take her eyes off his face as he wraps his arms around her. She can't. For all he exudes Dauntless toughness and hides behind the reputation he's built as Four, she knows there's much more to Tobias than people realize. He can be soft when he wants. Tender. Loving. Even vulnerable. He had taken her into his fear landscape and let her see who he really is. She hasn't thought of him as Four since that night. He's Tobias. He's her Tobias even if she has yet to tell him she loves him, too.

Her hand slips down from his cheek to the nape of his neck and she uses it as leverage to move his face down toward hers as she stands on her tiptoes to kiss him. She smiles as their lips meet. Tris'll never get tired of kissing him. Never.

It's a quick kiss though and as suddenly as she kisses him, she pulls away enough to rest her forehead against his. "You're Divergent," she reminds him. "And if someone's using Jeanine's stronger serum, I probably wouldn't be doing this."