[ he lets her, desperate to feel her return the confession he had let slip unintentionally from his lips. If she wanted him...
Maybe she'd reconsider.
He'd dealt too much with loss already. Senseless self-sacrifice. But he won't let her stop there, pressing kisses against her mouth, her neck, hoping to show her just how desperately he needed her, even if she did drive him to insanity.
A few hours griping about the lack of privacy was worth the price if it was her, Saya. He needed her. ]