she could n't figure out how he always tasted so unbelievably delicious . she then tugged his coat off its hanger and turned to hand it to him . the bun was so tight , in fact , her eyes slanted upward . `` did you ever go back to the cabin ? '' or send your mother five hundred bucks every month ? but that pressure on her back was his hands , holding her tightly , and that ache against her body was his own , holding her close . `` it feels good to be needed . 