"I missed you," is a nonsensical, silly thing to say, but she says it anyway, smiling into their kiss. She's had him close to her since the moment she crossed the room to his bed, but she can still pretend that the handful of minutes in which they rearranged themselves is a significant amount of time.

There is some temptation to draw this out. Just as there had been temptation to stay tangled side by side, or to have let him wind her up a second time.

A question, posed so softly against his mouth: "How long could I touch you like before it was too much?"