He was as desperate as I was to put tonight behind us. I needed his love like I’d never needed love, never needed anyone before. As long as he was right there with me I could face anything. Without him in my world and in my life I wouldn’t know where to begin. I’d never felt that way. It felt crazy, clingy, needy, and so damned desperate that I knew I could never admit it. “I need to feel you too,” I said. It was as close to the truth as I could tell him without sounding like a desperate, love-struck fool. How I was falling for him and how fast we’d moved into the loft scared me, but I didn’t think I could run. God, Arie was right. I wanted to run, and I’d been damned good at it. I’d run from relationships when the Sight got in the way. Running was easy. Running meant that I wouldn’t lose myself in him or get hurt. I’d never have to worry about his past or Katarina. I’d never have to deal with all my nagging insecurities. I closed my eyes. He planted kisses across my stomach before moving back up.
