She would wipe her eyes trying to calm down with a few deep breathes while he reassured he would not allow it. He had no control of it then, what changed to him having it now? Slowly she got up from the bed, standing at the door when he admitted to have been desiring her all this time. Knowing him she knew he meant more than sex, her smile, her laugh, fixing her hair, holding her hand, hugs, and so much more. Reaching out she would unlock the door already feeling guilt of denying him to intimacy as love making for a family.