Her skin was so pale it made him shiver and ask, "Aren't you cold with nothing on like that?"

"I had a dream," she answered, "that it was full summer and all the trees bearing fruit."

"You just have to tell me," he breathed into her hair, "Just tell me, do you want me to stay or do want me to go?"

That laugh of hers, and she — leaning in and back at the same time, and she said, "Yes."