Depositing the bags beside her, he stood looking down at Aviva. She had pulled herself up on the side of the bed until her feet dangled over the edge. Jason couldn't help thinking she looked like a confused, lost child in her oversized bathrobe and bare feet. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and surround her with the warmth of his love. But he didn’t as he was unsure how she would react. Eight days ago, he wouldn't have hesitated in carrying out the action running through his mind. But this Aviva was different. She made him uncertain of how she would react to his touch, and that didn’t sit well with him. He could handle men like the ones who had just intruded on them, but he doubted he would be able to handle his angel's rejection of his touch for much longer. Deciding he had waited as long as he could bear, Jason knew he had to touch her, feel a part of her skin against his. He watched her as she tracked the path of its approach. His intent had been to touch her cheek but somewhere in mid motion, he changed his mind, not wanting her to pull away from such intimacy.
