It was almost the opposite of a romantic moment, but he'd been apart from her for so long--eating alone, sleeping by himself--that the way her felt in his arms was enough to make him think about making love to her right then and there. His heart pounded as he wrapped her hair around his fingers.
Ben pulled back, just enough so that he could look her in the eyes. "I don't care about these dreams. I don't care what they are or what they mean. That man isn't me. That isn't my life." He touched her cheek, as if to say, You are.