he raised an eyebrow at me and i could n't help myself grinning like an idiot . it took a few moments for him to register it was her beside him , but when he did finally , he let go . he knelt in front of the couch , his fingers going to trace the baby-soft skin on her cheek . he 'd been tortured only two hours ago . what if you lived alone , on a desert island or something , and never met anyone ? why had he not thought to remove his clothing ? 