TITLE: The Abduction of Emily
She's been kidnapped and held, unharmed and well fed, in a locked room. It's been six days. She was asleep when he unlocked the door and tiptoed into her room. She woke to him sitting on the side of her bed, stroking her hair gently.
He cleared his throat and whispered. No one was around to hear, but a loud voice seemed very out of place. "If you wish, I'll leave. You have only to ask."
She appeared to consider it for a moment, then slowly shook her head and said, "No. Please don't go."
He could not possibly leave after that, but he had no idea what to say or do next. His hand began stroking her hair again, seemingly of its own accord. He had consciously done nothing. Her own hand caressed his face, and he pressed into her touch, reveling in it. Her smile widened, her eyes softened, and she rose up to brush his lips with her own.