It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do." He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. "But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.

There is two feet of space between us, and about a mile of separation.

I'm fine with Nature's way, as long as Nature keeps it out of *my* way.

claire:dont do anything dumb or ill kill you myself shane:ouch girl whatever happend to unconditional love around here

Claire found herself staring at his feet, which were in bunny slippers. Myrnin looked down. "What?" he asked. "They're quite comfortable." He lifted on to look at it, and the ears wobbled in the air. "Of course they are," she said. Just when she thought Myrnin was getting his mental act together, he'd do something like that. Or maybe he was just messing with her. He liked to do that, and his dark eyes were fixed on her now, assessing just how weirded-out she was. Which, on the grade scale of zero to Myrnin, wasn't much.

Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.