He breaks the kiss in order to press kisses along her throat. He's missed her, which is idiotic, if he thinks about it. Sexually, he's only been with her once. But emotionally, she's had him around her finger for ages.

He takes a step forward, and then another, until she's pressed against the wall. Silently, he longs for the settee that is still sitting outside. He unzips her hoodie and lets it fall off her shoulders.

"I can't take you with me," he says, and there is a lot of unspoken sadness in his voice at that. "But I want to, and I'm sorry."