“What I feel for you frightens me,” I whisper. He stills. “Me too, baby,” he says quietly. “What if you leave me?” The thought is horrific. “I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think I could ever have my fill of you, Anastasia.” (…)
“I’ve never felt the way I felt when you left, Anastasia. I would move heaven and earth to avoid feeling like that again.” He sounds so sad, dazed even.