Anatoly caught his breath as he looked down at Lex. The way her hair shone against the pillow, the way she touched his cheek, the very way she looked at him... he couldn't help but shiver and press a light kiss against her finger.

"I could wait until tomorrow, if you'd rather." He stroked her cheek softly. "I don't think I'm in any danger of turning into a bear." He paused. "Perhaps I shouldn't have said that."