For a few minutes they held on to each other, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in a week.
As he absorbed her words, his expression went from tense to relieved, and then on to something sweet and sad.
"You'll have to hold on to me," he spoke gruffly over a shoulder.
I said hold on to me.
Finally his big hands left her waist and moved to her shoulders, working out the stiffness in them, and then on to the back of her neck.