He chuckles at her eagerness, allowing himself to be led. If the argument was bitter, then all the sweeter was forgiveness afterwards; His hands in her hair, and his lips on hers as she tips them backwards and onto the bed.

What he did not owe to this woman, could not be known. She was in everything he did, even now, and he no longer knows how or why he thought to run from her. He is only glad that the curtains are drawn, and the door firmly shut.

The rest would wait, for another day.