As evenly as she could, she asked, “You’re leaving?” He glanced at her as he bent to swipe his shirt from where it had been haphazardly discarded on the floor. “Do you want me to stay?” A beat. She felt strangely more vulnerable in this moment than she had during their throes of passion, but she swallowed and whispered, “Yes.” “Then, I’ll stay,” he avowed.
