She knew he had his reasons for maintaining his distance. Damara was embarrassed to admit that she wanted him to try to find some way to stay in touch, to write letters, emails, something to acknowledge this thing that had happened between them. If she were being wholly honest, she’d say that she wanted him to decide to stay with her because he needed her, he wanted her. She knew it was stupid and childish. She knew that neither of them had fallen in love just because they’d spent the night together. Although she wondered if it hadn’t been the same for him as it had for her. He had no problem saying goodbye, walking away from her. Damara was already reliving the way he’d touched her, how good it felt to be in his arms. Looking at him and knowing she’d never see him again did something strange to her insides. It was almost a physical pain. Except, even if he did feel the same way she did, what future could there be for them?
