"I do," she breathes, her ardor undiminished by his words. The other hand, the one that hasn't moved from his side, curls in place, fingers digging between his ribs, nails seeking purchase in his flesh. She's all twisting limbs and flashing eyes, breathing heavily as she tries to get the upper hand once more.

As though that weren't assurance enough, she bends to snap at the arm she holds, still straining towards him. It's easy to see why he'd have misunderstood, why her act was so believable. She wants him against her, under her, in her; it's a parody of where they've been before. But for the first time he's right, and Cameron only wants him for his body.