"- What is it about you?" he repeated. "How does touching you calm me down and excite me at the same time? What is it you want from me? You never ask. Sometimes I wonder, is this a trick?" His eyes on hers, he backed her slowly toward the bed. "Just a way to pull me in? But it's not. You're not built that way." - "Why would I want anything I had to trick out of you?" - "You don't." He lifted her, held, then laid her on the bed. "So you pull me in. And I end up being the one who's lost." She framed his face with her hands. "I'll find you."