On the road, he simply wouldn't have dared. But here, he's warm and comfortable and how could he not give himself over to this woman? This person who had held his mangled body in her hands without flinching, sewed him up, carried him home. A few stolen moments, a night of passion before they both return to their responsibilities, to the people who are depending on them, seems right somehow.

His fingers tighten, as if he could hang onto this moment just a little harder.