“I would ask you to remember this moment, to remember how you are feeling right now so we can revisit it when we are at the townhouse, but I know that request would be futile…right?” “Right,” she whispered, unable to break his stare. “Can I ask something else of you then?” “I think you ask enough of me the way it is.” Her fingers were still clutching at his shirt, and she felt him tense beneath her hand.
