So do lovers, so that they can whisper to each other in the night and share what bothers them—that and more. You leave me each morning and I wonder where you'll decide to stay the night. Is it wrong to want your clothes hanging next to mine, some small reassurance that you'll come back to me?" He added more gently, smiling softly at her.
"I'm just trying to be sensible. Everything is happening too fast," she whispered, looking up at his tender expression.
The tip of his finger ran down her nose in a light tease. "What don't you trust? This heat—this hunger between us? Or the deeper one, that burns inside me now, the need to hold you and keep you safe, to comfort you when you are weary and troubled, to lie at your side each night."
"We've only known each other for a short time, Jarek. It's taken me a life time to structure a life from that of a gypsy to some measure of security."
