“He wants you.” His hand moved over her hip under the covers.

“So?” She turned toward him in the dark. “You’re saying because Ben wants me he should get to have me?”

“And you want him.”

There was a long silence before she slid over and put her head on his shoulder. “Why do you think so?”

“I know you.” Evan stroked her hair. “I’ve seen you look at him…the way you are around him. You do that little laugh with him.”

“I have a laugh?”

“Yeah, it’s the ‘You’re so funny, I wish you’d fuck me now’ laugh.” She snorted. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do,” he countered. “You want him, he wants you…and I want to watch.”

“Why?” She shook her head.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Let’s just say I want to live vicariously.” She sighed and kissed his shoulder. “Aren’t you worried?”

“About what?”

“What if I fall in love with Ben? Or Ben falls in love with me?” He kissed the top of her head. “You already love each other. That’s the point.”

“What if I decide to leave?” she mock-threatened.

It was his turn to snort. “Baby, if you were going to leave, you’d have done it three years ago, when I went all Christopher Reeves on you.” She rolled her eyes. “So you’re Superman now?”

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane-no, wait, it’s a wheelchair!” She shoved him with her hip. “Besides, Christopher Reeve was a quad raplegic, you idiot. And he…well, they had a baby together, after his accident.”

“I know.” He sighed. “His parts worked, even if he couldn’t feel a damned thing-mine don’t. Luck of the draw, babe.”

“Evan, I love you,” she said. “Doing this makes no sense.”

“Yes, it does,” he argued. “And you know it.”

“I’m perfectly satisfied, you know.” She pressed her breasts against his side. “You do have a tongue, remember?”