[ There's only one way Shanks can respond to that, though he has to get past the feeling of Nami's lips on his throat, her kisses leaving a searing heat in their wake that leaves him aching for more. And yet, here he goes, pausing his own pleasure, yet again. ]

[ He reaches out to cup her chin. ]

Love, like all emotions and dreams, like us, is free to feel whatever it wants. There was never anything dictating how much you get to love. Any restrictions were ones you put there, and you can remove them, when you're ready.