"I'll still be here in the morning," he promised, finding her hand with his and pressing them together, palm to palm. His long fingers threaded with her own, the gesture intimate and familiar.

He'd never slept with anyone else in the bed. Not since he was a child. Now, whatever strangeness he might've felt was fully outweighed by how badly he wanted it. Wanted her.

Reaching down towards the tangle of sheets at the foot of the bed, he drew them up over them, smirking a bit as he tucked them up around her chest.