As always when he touched her, Helen's natural desire, she quickly learned in the short time since they've started doing this, was to escalate things. Not tonight, however. Tonight, she would hold back, if only to see if she could. A test for herself to see if this was more to her than the simplicity of a good lay, which Patroclus most definitely was. But that wasn't proving anyone wrong about her, not in the least.
She scooted back on the bed until she was able to draw the covers out from under her and slip beneath them. "Come, we should rest. I have an early day tomorrow." Curling up with her back against him, not bothering to remove the tight confines of her dress or risk exposing herself to further temptation, she chewed over her racing thoughts in her mind. She shouldn't ask this of all questions. It was the last thing she should be asking. But still the words came. "Do you love me, Patroclus?"