He wanted her by his side, free from any restraint.

He wanted the joy of her presence, more of those soft, almost reluctant kisses, the mute obedience of her nature to the sweet and natural impulse of her love.
Of the inevitable end of these things he never thought.

He was like a schoolboy in love for the first time.

His desires led him no further than the mystic joy of her presence, the sweet, passionless content of propinquity.

For the time the rest lay somewhere in a world of golden promise.