It was the truth even if it wasn't the complete truth. His sinful mouth continued its assault on her shoulders and neck. The length of his body pressed up against her back, leaving no doubt what his intentions were for their shared shower. She felt that familiar swoop of anticipation in her belly that always promised more of a good thing to come. All of her earlier concerns about remaining in the flat any longer disappeared the moment his hand slipped between her thighs. He slid a single finger along her seam, dragging out a moan. How was it possible that a simple touch could make her feel as if her skin was on fire? Perhaps it was a mark of how lonely she had been on the run. She was hungry for human companionship. That was all. She refused to consider the possibility that there might be something more sinister at work.