In the middle of this room, draped in soothing colors and lovely, filmy things, a dangerous desire flared inside of him with such ferocity he shuddered with it. Not the kind of sexual desire he’d experienced with her last night, though he’d be fooling himself if he didn’t admit a strong component of that, but a stark pang of yearning that pulsed inside his chest. For her, for this, for all of it.
