Stefan would like nothing more than to spend the rest of the day lying in this bed with her in his arms, but he knows he can't. Yet, he lingers a few moments longer, resisting the temptation to let his hands wander once more and initiate a repeat of what they'd just done. They don't have time for that; any longer and someone is going to come looking for one of them, wanting to know why they've been uncharacteristically reclusive when they're both social creatures.

Reluctantly, he sits up, pulling her up with him - gently - as he does so, rubbing her shoulders and the muscles at the base of her neck for a moment, before he lets his hands fall away from her and to his sides. "I should get going," he says, unable to keep the sadness out of his voice.