Brian hesitated a few moments, reveling in the feelings Betsy was experiencing. She confirmed his deepest wishes for her - that he could make her feel completely secure. Her kiss had a maddening effect, however, and his brain began to focus on the physical. Every touch between them seemed to connect them on a higher level, and the warmth of her body against his abdomen felt indescribable. He had always enjoyed contact with Betsy, and they’d been affectionate since a very young age, but he imagined that after all of their trauma and turmoil that the simple parts of their relationship would be all the sweeter.
And what was more simple than touching?
At the moment, brain surgery seemed more simple, actually. Brian’s thoughts followed Betsy’s down the track; what was done could not be retracted. Things would be different... but the world was different. "I should either go," he began, cautiously, "or you need to kiss me." His eyes watched hers, finding comfort in their tenderness. "...And now." Brian's desperation was apparent in his voice. He was barely managing a whisper. His hand pulled from her lips and he moved it to caress her back again, then slid it lower and laid it to rest against the curve of her behind. He didn’t want to leave, but the delicate situation called for him to entrust the decision-making to the lady. Please.