“He doesn’t love me yet, but in this place of death, in this precious moment of shared relief, he holds me.”

“Galen?”“Hmm?”“You can put me down now.”“I’m not ready yet.” He tightens his hold.“You don’t have to hold—““Emma? Can you hear me?”“Uh, yes. I can hear fine. I just can’t see—““That’s a relief. Because for a minute there, I thought maybe you didn’t hear me when I said I’m not ready yet.”“Jackass.”

“Oh Ana!" he cries out loudly as he finds his release, holding me in place as he pours himself into me. He collapses, panting hard beside me, and he pulls me on top of him and buries his face in my hair, hold me close. "Oh baby," he breathes. "Welcome to my world.”

“Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me right away,” he said. “Just give me a chance.”

“all night he talks and holds me, all night he loves me slow and careful.”