Duck Lake No one dies from love; guess I'll be the first

"lose me?" lestan's brows knit and he too stepped closer, closer and closer until they stood untouching in front of one another.
"you can't lose me," he said softly, in a caress meant for her ears. he wished so much to kiss her in this strained moment. but he did not, he settled for meeting her eyes in silken lock.
"we don't have to do anything else. anything more. this is all right. one day a time, until you feel — safer, reverie."
lestan's breath was a wavering column.