He was lying on his back on the wooden floor of the tree house they had just made love in. A blanket was loosely wrapped around his lower half and he had propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. The candle light was drawing intriguing shadows over her naked body and he was mesmerised by her graceful movements as she cancelled out all the sources of illumination until only the moonbeams were left. She turned around then and he could see her eyes sparkle even in the darkness, could see the goose bumps of her flesh as she drew closer. Wordlessly he opened his arms to welcome her and she followed the invitation without hesitation. Now with her soft skin pressed against his once more and her warm breath washing over his chest, he understood her previous remark better than ever before. All he needed, too, was the safety of her arms.