“Because I love you”, and he held her eyes with his gaze, he would­n’t blink lest she get the chance to look away. His hand tightened around the cup, “because I’d do anything for you, because the only thing I care about is you, always have done and always will, and you know it”. His hand plunged forward, released by a gush of words, and grasped hers. Their eyes struggled and at last her arms were around him, her breasts pressed against him, a surge of warmth around him and he felt sure he heard his name expelled in a sweet flume against his neck, where her lips trembled for a moment and then were gone, gone like a moth which flutters against a lamp-lit window for a second and then is gone on powd­ery wings seeking another light in all that billowing pitch of night.