““He buttoned his trousers. Without a word, he took her into his arms again. She had not expected that. She pressed her face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent shakily ... 'Stay with me.' His hands fell away. 'Viola -' ... 'This one night. Only for comfort. You needn't make love to me again.' She was begging, and frankly lying. She wanted him for more than comfort and rather forever. 'I want your arms around me.””
