You Could Actually See the Metaphorical Light Bulb

She looked down at him kneeling before her as she sat in the chair. It made sense now. The abrupt exit earlier when she had asked him where he would be staying. How stupid of her to assume that this was her room. "This is your room, isn't it... I'm intruding. I don't belong here." She look apologetically into his lovely eyes and felt a pang that she couldn't explain. What was she doing here? This was crazy. She knew she couldn't leave though. She needed him more than she'd ever needed anything. Maybe there was a couch or something he wouldn't mind her staying on... Surely there were trees on the grounds. She just needed to be near him.