Love.  This definitely wasn't love, not real love, and yet Harold felt no urge to push her away.  Sex.  He wasn't a stranger to that, though he wasn't a master of it either.  He'd had sex twice before; both times with his ex-girlfriend.  And even though he knew it was her powers causing it, the thought of being so intimate with the beauty before him sent a tingle down his spine.<br/><br/>When she leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, he felt a warmth spread through his body, muscles that he didn't even know had been tense slowly relaxing.  He thought about what had happened today so far, and what would be happening in the next few days.  All of it seemed so distant at the moment.  As he looked her over again, he noticed that she had seemed to be in some kind of mess herself.  His free hand moved up to her face, fingers trembling slightly as they cupped her cheek.  "My troubles are nothing.  But what about you?  You look like you've seen your own share of trouble."