"I will." Foreman dropped a few more teasing kisses along her carotid artery, to feel the pound of her heart against his lips. He'd say it again when he felt it. Probably it would have been sooner, if Amber hadn't brought his attention to it. Now he'd feel too self-conscious to simply let it slip out. But some moment, the heat of his feelings would carry him away again. Knowing it wasn't going to get Amber all hung up on what it meant would make it easier. Amber's arms around him were warm, and she was pulling him as close as he was pulling her. Christ, he was glad of that. His face was burning, and he knew he wouldn't be able to actually say the word, like this, prompted because Amber wanted to order it out of him. Foreman drew back slowly, just enough to meet Amber's eyes. He put off the move to the bedroom, his heart kicking harder against his chest as he forced himself to be open. Even in the darkness, he wanted her to know how much he meant this. "I don't--I won't always. But I will."