Wanting to touch her, the angle left something to be desired. Still, he tangled his fingers through her hair, his other hand spread wide against her back, nails pressing gently into her skin. Mixed in with the doubt was the unshakable sense that none of this was actually happening. Feeling wanted at all after what happened with Theresa was a luxury that still struck him as undeserved, though he couldn't find it in him to complain.