Here With Me

from chapter 28... She rolled over in his arms then and tried to tell him so, how singular and lovely and irreplaceable every inch of skin, every thrum of pulse, every instinctual movement and sound he made was to her. It was hell to think of losing him, ever; it would be heaven to be able to simply give herself over to him without imagining the bitter taste of loss one day upon her lips. She lived now to sense for that moment when the rest of his preoccupations fell away from him as they came together, when she managed to draw him so certainly into their private cocoon of touch that the only thing he really cared about was where the next one would come and what it would feel like and how he could mimic its sensation back for her...