He skimmed his hand over her stiff arm. “Does that mean you’ll come home with me?”
The question sent that tiny spark of hope inside her roaring to a flaring flame. He was talking about them. No more doom and gloom and mentions of leaving her behind.
She loved it. “You think you’re leaving the hospital so soon?”
“I thought you’d sign me out and take care of me in our bed at home.” His hand found her waist. “If that’s okay with you.”
Her heart danced with excitement. “Our?”
“You really want to go back to your apartment?”
He meant the attack in her family room, but the lifeline he offered went beyond that one terrible night. Whether he knew it or not, he was talking about building a future. “I need to be wherever you are.”
“Then close that door and we’ll start practicing in private.” He tapped the mattress. “I bet the bed moves.”
She laughed as her head fell forward and her cheek brushed his. “I think we’re actually pretty good at ‘it’ already.”
“True, but that’s not what I meant.” She felt his warm breath across her ear right before he nuzzled her there. The kisses on her neck came next. “I’m thinking we need to work on turning a little into a lot.”
Which was exactly what she wanted. “That’s what I want.”
“Then let’s get started.”
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