He wasn't much for words even before losing his wife. Terry fumbled in simple conversations that ones which surrounded emotions were damn near indecipherable--sometimes, even to himself.

Andy was patient, sweet and caring in addition to everything that physically attracted him. He didn't know if her feelings were more than enjoying his company. She had been tender since before they crossed the line.

Terry treated her accordingly. He did his best not to miss an opportunity to spend time with her when work permitted. Going slow and close in bed at the moment was all love-making, contrast to the lust driven trysts they often had.

She wasn't alone with worrying about saying the wrong thing. It almost seemed best not to say anything at all. His body rolled snakelike over hers with each thrust, grinding at her clit on every descent. "You feel so good, Baby. Finish for me."