“Looking in those eyes I had grown to like so well - the eyes I trusted implicitly but could make my stomach writhe with pleasure - I felt a twinge of sadness that there was nothing in the future to suggest we might ever be a normal couple. "If we don't make it out alive -" His shook his head once. "We will." I continued, more quickly this time. "If we don't -" "Especially if we don't," he finished, pulling me into him. My lips met his - this time unsurprised. This time, I wanted it desperately.”
Book:The Defectors