Silence settled over the room once more. The candle in the corner flickered softly, their shadows touching on the wall.
Finally, Demian moved. Not hastily. Not with dominance. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched.
"Then," he said quietly, "we don't have to do anything except stay here."
Valerie looked at him, then slowly leaned in. Her head rested against Demian's chest, hesitating for a moment until Demian lifted his arm and allowed her to remain there.
His heartbeat was strong, steady. Real.
For the first time that night, Valerie closed her eyes without fear.
And Demian stayed awake longer than usual realizing that desire does not always need to be acted upon. Sometimes, it only needs to be held.
"Demian let's make love"
Demian fell silent when Valerie spoke those words. There was no mischievous smile on her face, no challenge only honest need, a weariness seeking comfort.
"Valerie…" he murmured.
