Stephen wanted Rory. Not in the sex-on-every-available-surface way [though some of those once-dormant hormones were rising again]. It was more of how he wanted to know something as trivial as her favorite song to something as intimate as where he should stroke her skin to assist her in falling asleep. He yearned to know every literal and metaphorical part of Rory that the pain [which could make him grit his teeth] rarely ceased. When she allowed him to know her, he only [selfishly] wanted more.
Oh my gosh.
I like this one a lot.