As Ian sank into contented sleep, I lay awake listening to the traffic. In the morning I pounced on Ian, nearly piercing his bare foot with my stiletto heel. His anguish released my apprehensive tension and, gratefully, I sat down on the bed and sobbed at last.

Hm, bryllupsnat med Ian. Fra Deborah Curtis: Touching from a Distance -- Fanger ordet atmosphere her.