As the afterglow of their brief sexual interlude faded, both were relaxed in each other's arms. It was almost euphoric how perfect it all felt to have this beauty in his arms. He knew it, he was falling in love with her, and some part of it scared the hell out of him. What if she didn't want this life once she really started to see who he was and what he was capable of? She knew who Remi was, yet still pushed to be her friend. Could this woman really understand his imperfections as easily and love him despite them? He hoped so.