He didn't really, either. It was like the awkward morning after, only still night. The one thing he could come up with to do was a second round, and while he certainly wasn't against that, she wasn't giving off those signals.

Still, he shifted on to his side, facing her and reached out to follow her fingertips and brush her hair back for her. There was an assumption there, but he decided to ask, anyway, even though the words weren't ones he'd ever expected to say to her.

"Will you stay?"