[Her head turns to glance over at the window, considering it. That inch or two of space means nothing when she can feel his breath on her cheek and he's warm right over her. A shiver goes from head to toe just from that alone, and she softly laughs because she really is weak when it comes to him.]
I guess I'm not as sure as I thought I was.
[And maybe she always wants him to keep her in bed. Which is silly because that would get old fast, presumably. But she's not ever going to be the one to pull away first. Especially not in a big, comfy bed. So she grabs at his shirt and pulls him back down that inch or so, and fiercely kisses him so he won't have a retort right away.]
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I guess I'm not as sure as I thought I was.
[And maybe she always wants him to keep her in bed. Which is silly because that would get old fast, presumably. But she's not ever going to be the one to pull away first. Especially not in a big, comfy bed. So she grabs at his shirt and pulls him back down that inch or so, and fiercely kisses him so he won't have a retort right away.]