In the morning she will leave, it was written all over her face. He had only one life line left. How was he going to convince her to stay and not crush his heart in the most cruelest of ways. 

Pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, he turns to her. Unbuttoning his shirt with desire burning in his eyes. 

“If you don’t want this, leave now,” he moaned in hunger, “but if you feel what I’m hoping you feel start taking off that dress!”