His eyes fluttering closed, he moaned quietly, hands slipping around her waist. While both of them were patient, it was for entirely different reasons. Jamie's was a patience born of indecision and indecision alone, and in this, he could hardly be more sure. He'd meant what he said before, about wanting just her, and while this was plenty nice of its own accord, he needed more.

"Layla," he murmured, little more than exhale.