They stared at each other for a long moment before he finally asked her what she was thinking. She had gone very quiet and still the moment he sat on the edge of her bed and now her beautifully carved features were pinched and stormy. Andy longed to touch more than her hands but thought better of it when she had grown quiet. Slowly he reached up and brushed the side of her cheek with the back of his fingers; her skin was soft and silky like satin. He continued, his left hand following a path along her neck to her tousled golden mane, which flowed through his fingers like water. She leaned into his touch not wanting him to stop, drawn like a magnet. Shivers of anticipation and longing ran down her spine. He sought her gaze with his and held it till Jordan thought she would melt right through to the floor. Passion burned through his eyes and he pleaded silently with his hands as he stroked the base of her neck and played a tune of desire with her hair. "You are so beautiful." He whispered as his head bent near Jordan's waiting lips. He held her gaze as his lips lightly brushed hers and then slid to caress her neck. The heart monitor suddenly jumped pace and loud beeping rang out in the base of her brain. Jordan didn't know what was happening she could not pull away and for the first time she didn't want to. She wanted Andy more than anyone she had ever known she realized. This realization both shocked and frightened her and reality came crashing in. She pulled away from Andy as if his touch wounded her physical being. "Please I can't." She cried softly through gritted teeth. The pain was intense from her jerky movements. Andy looked in her eyes and saw the torment of pain and a ghost from the past lurking there. "I want to help. Tell me what I can do." He meant more than just what had happened to her while she had been here. There was more to her pain than the little she had let him see, he was sure of that but what he was not going to push her. Andy wished there were someone he could talk to that would tell him how to help her or give him the information he needed, with a sigh she turned away from him. "There is nothing to help with unless you know who is behind the attacks or the explosion. I'm really glad that you came but I'm really tired and would like to get back to sleep." He gave an inward sigh of frustration and agreed that she was looking a bit weary all of a sudden.