"Come back to me, my love."
Aries's brows creased while her smile lines faded. "What do you mean?" she whispered, staring deep into the eyes hovering over her.
"This... isn't real, darling," came out a low and airy voice. "Everything... this bed, this dress, this tent, everything darling... isn't real."
"It's real," she argued weakly, cupping his jaw and feeling his faint warmth. "You are. I can feel you."
A shallow breath slipped past his lips. "But I can't." Abel brushed her jaw with his fingertips, eyes scrutinizing each of her features.
"I can't feel your warmth, your body, or your touches... and it's killing me." He grazed her lips with his thumb. "It's fine with me if I can — I would stay here with you to keep you all for myself. But I hate the time and the notion of its limitations because it never applied to me."
"What... what do you mean by that?"
