"Please," Eleanor begged. It had been so long since she had last felt loved. His lingering glances and electric touches made her feel alive again. She didn't know what it was that she was begging of him as they sat there in his car. The only sound was of the pounding rain running against the smooth glass. He looked at her, her desperation, her need. A part of him longed for her as much as she did him. The question is remained: would he let that small part consume him.