When his warmth left her, her fingers slipping from his hair, she felt a desperate urge to grab him, hold on and not let go. But she just sat there, staring at the untouched food on her plate now. It was hard to know how she felt since she's never felt this way before. All these feelings...the way she felt when he touched her, hearing his voice in her head, just being around him, they were all so foreign to her. Hell, even him going to another room hurt, especially after the moment they'd just had.<br/><br/>She stood, silently padding into the kitchen and setting her plate on the counter. She was quiet for a long moment before speaking. "I don't know what I'm feeling. It sure as hell isn't how I felt about about you when I followed you away from the diner. But...if you're willing to be patient....I want to find out what it is. All I can tell you for sure is that....I thought I was going to lose you twice in the last few days. No. Three times and two of those times being today. It tore me apart and I don't know why..."