It feels as though they have never had trouble with this. They have always been so good at the physical passion that held them together, and it bleeds right back to him now. Breathless, needy, and yet pushing it down, he eases back to breathlessly pant against her lips.

He has been so controlled, so careful, and she draws it right back out of him. "Anne," he exhales breathlessly, opening his eyes to stare at her. "Can I trust you?"