A wave of desire coursed through him when she slipped from the bed, his eyes unable to not follow the expanse of skin that was exposed to his view, his mind filling in the missing details as quickly as the blood rushed to his nether regions. His hands ached to glide along the smooth flesh and expose far more skin; his mouth wanted nothing more than to bring to stark memory the taste of her.

It was the promise of her touch that sent a shudder through him, though he forced himself to not let it manifest itself, his jaw tightening with the effort.

Ice cold blue met her green gaze, his hand reaching up to grip her wrist before she could initiate contact.

"I needed you, Anjali. I needed your words then. I don't need the empty ones now."