Her instincts were restless, and every fiber in her body warned her not to respond.
Jackson knew he had to give her something or she would burst, and, truth be told, he was proud of her for acting so casually when he knew every fiber of her being wanted to jump up and down screeching, 'Tell me, tell me!'.
He knew she was crying, and every fiber of his being yearned to open the door and go to her.