She couldn’t speak for Jasper, but she wasn’t ready to say those words, in spite of how he was looking at her, in spite of how she was no doubt looking at him. Given the intensity of their situation, she didn’t believe either of them could trust the urge to pledge undying love. He needed her in order to survive, which had to be coloring everything he did. She needed him to recover her magic, something that became more urgent every day she was without it. Of course she’d feel she needed him. But once the crisis was over, what would bind them together? The sex was great, no question. Yet even the sex had to be more intoxicating when they were involved in such high drama. When you knew that your lover would turn into a cat within the next four hours, you tended to make good use of your time. You tended to cherish every moment when he was human and capable of giving and having orgasms. So she wouldn’t say the words that would come so naturally to her now. And she’d fix it so he wasn’t likely to blurt them out, either.
