Astonish Me - Pg 113

 He goes away. He comes back. More and more slowly, but he comes back. When they are alone, lying quietly, he holds her the way a child holds a stuffed animal: for comfort, for security, out of a primate's urge to cling, to close one's arms around a warm, soft object. Eventually, she knows, he will decide not to come back, but something--a force she wishes she could identify--binds him to her.