We'd been so troubled about it for two weeks, so it's no surprise it ended quickly. He grins after we finish, pulling a blanket over us. His hand cups the side of my face, and his thumb strokes my cheek.

"Okay?" I nod in response to his question.

"Yeah," I murmur as I wrap my arms around him. "Better than I've been in two weeks," I affirm, and he smiles.

"Me too," he sighs, and I snuggle closer to him. No matter how close we get, it never feels close enough. I'll always ...