"I have missed you greatly," she continued to say, surprised that she could miss him so much without even seeing his face. He was quiet, but she went ahead, even though she had noticed he had stopped touching her, except for his one hand that still held hers to the door.
"It is strange, but it is the honest truth. I have missed you and longed for your presence."
"I would rather you didn't," he gritted his teeth, hating the excitement that was building inside him at her words. He knew this was bad; it was never for the best. He cannot have a human he cared for, and he cannot make her miss and care for him.
"Why?" she asked stubbornly. "I am your wife; you have touched me in places that made me feel alive, and I..."
"Stop." The tone of his voice was icy enough to make one fear, but not Dalia. "Stop talking."
"I can't. It is what I feel inside."
"Can't I express how I feel?" she added, ignoring his growl.
