"They feel nice...It's hard to describe them really. Like the lightest touch of them intoxifies me more than the strongest drink, like I never want to part from them, and sometimes they bring about an urge that makes me feel like it is a crime to stop them."

She watched as he opened the journal then and leaned back so he would have some room between them. Her eyes trailed over the page that he stopped at and she shook her head to him.

"No, not every night. The dates are there. Usually at least a few times a week, if not more. Somedays I'll write a bunch, sometimes not so much. It is all based on what I feel like putting down there."

As he drew in his bottom lip, she searched his bond for what he was feeling and emulated the behavior himself in a more shy manner. He shut it and set it down then, perhaps not liking what he had read and asked if she was going to write tonight.

"I think so. Maybe a little later."

Her hands came up over him to his hair now that the space between them was free at last and no more cardgame was there to distract between them. She played there a little, scratching into his hair and lightly massaging his head before she gave him a kiss. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking about what he read, but she didn't dare. If he wanted to ask, he could, she wanted him to feel comfortable to think about what he had read and eventually could come to her on his own terms instead of her nagging him.

She was actually quite cold, so slipping from him, she sought the comforts of the blanket and lay there looking at him with a loving smile on her face.