[ Stupid question or not, it doesn't matter -- all that matters is that he's still hers, that he hasn't changed his mind during the course of the night. His affection and devotion runs deeper than that, she knows, but sometimes she worries.
Squeezing him briefly, she leans into his hands, letting herself enjoy the warmth of his touch again, the gentleness of his handling. They hadn't spent a night separately before, and it had been unpleasantly unfamiliar in ways she doesn't look forward to repeating.
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Squeezing him briefly, she leans into his hands, letting herself enjoy the warmth of his touch again, the gentleness of his handling. They hadn't spent a night separately before, and it had been unpleasantly unfamiliar in ways she doesn't look forward to repeating.
She smiles briefly. ]
I was a little jealous.