She doesn't have any complaints. He can stay there for as long as he wants. She keeps rubbing the back of his neck until the tension is gone. Then she lets her hand dip down, running over his back in a slow aimless pattern.

She should've known. He was so touch starved those first few times they found to sneak away. It's probably been years since the last time anyone touched him like this. With that thought, her hand comes up from his back to rest on the back of his head as she pulls him in closer.

"Oh, I'm doing a lot better now than I was before," she answers, all light and easy.