"He took one of her fingers and rubbed it gently against his lips. "I want to see you tomorrow," he said softly. "I want to call on you and see where you live." She said nothing, just held herself steady, trying not to cry. "I want to meet your parents and pet your damned dog," he continued, somewhat unsteadily. "Do you understand what I mean?" Music and conversation still drifted up from below, but the only sound on the terrace was the harsh rasp of their breath. "I want--" His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes looked vaguely surprised, as if he couldn't quite believe the truth of his own words. "I want your future. I want every little piece of you." -Benedict & Sophie"