There are questions he has that he can't bring himself to ask. How long do we have to do this for? Do I have to act like we don't know each other at all every time we meet from now on? How likely is it that someone will be watching? Am I risking your cover just by being here?
But he can't. Not when she's looking at him like that.
"Well," he says slowly, as his heartrate tries to slow back to a normal pace, his thumb brushing across the warm, soft skin of her cheek. "A bed would probably be useful, for starters."