It was strange how much just that gentle touch to her hair and to her back made her feel better. His words certainly helped. Reaching up, she gently stroked her fingertips across his cheek, her thumb brushing along the curve of his cheekbone. "I still want to marry you," she admitted. "I just don't want to trap you or make you feel like you can't be who you are. I don't really know where to go from here," she said, letting out a breath. "Do we keep going? Do we stop? What do we do?"