It's reckless, impulsive, and so many more things that he would've never believed about himself until now, but maybe he had just needed the right person to reveal it to him. Through the fog of lust her touch creates, his nerve endings singing when she whispers in his ear, he can't think of any reason not to do this.

He's carried her before, limp and almost lifeless, her face pale from loss of blood, but she's never felt more alive in his arms than she does here as he brings her into the bedroom. Somewhere along the way they get stuck at the doorframe when he pins her up against it with his hips, nudging her blouse over the flat plane of her abdomen.