"You have the kind of courage I've always wanted to have but lacked. New things frighten me. I hate being a coward..." He snorted inelegantly in derision. "Raven, stop being silly. You put your life in danger for complete strangers. That is not the act of a coward." She frowned at him. "That's not what I meant." She stepped close to him and circled his neck with her arms. "When it comes to my emotions being involved, I always hold back or run away for fear of getting rejected or hurt. You persisted even though I was so hesitant and uncertain. You would have changed your entire way of life to accommodate me, and yet I refused to extend you the courtesy of even considering your way of life." She pressed her face against his chest, her tongue tracing the path of the droplets of water. The drumbeat of his heart found an answering rhythm in her veins. "I'm sorry, Mikhail. I should have seen what you were trying to show me." She raised her eyes to his. "I feel complete with you. I know I'm where I'm supposed to be, although I'm certain it will take time to grow used to your way of life." Mikhail lifted her into his arms, urging her legs around his waist. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him entering her, savoring the slow ride, the natural undulation of her body. "I could live here, like this," she whispered. "Funny," he watched the sensations pouring over her face, felt them filling her mind. "I had exactly the same thought."