It had been months since Padme had seen Anakin. It seemed like a thousand years to her. The hours crept by as she waited for his return. This time, she knew when he was returning to Coruscant. Now minutes seemed like days as she waited for him to walk through her door.
Then he was there and his arms circled her, his lips meeting hers with a quiet abandon. Anakin was the type that threw all of himself into loving her, but that also scared her because jedi were not to act like he did. Passions, like his, were forbidden.