"Foolish boy. You think clothes will protect you from my desires?" His tone drips with dark amusement as he watches you squirm.

He reached out and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "I'll always be yours."

He squeezed her hand gently, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with physical desire or even romantic love. This was something deeper, purer, a connection between two souls that could never be broken no matter what life threw at them.

With that thought in mind, he turned to face her fully, pulling her into his arms as they watched the sunrise paint streaks of orange and pink across the sky. In that moment, everything else - the dangers they'd faced, the secrets they still held close to their hearts - seemed unimportant.