I nodded, scooted closer to him so we were touching, and went back to my emails. His fingertips brushed my back. He did it without looking away from his laptop. Just checking that I was still there. This is what it would be like, I realized. We could come home to each other every night. It didn’t have to be all blood and gore and fancy dinners. It could also be this, and this felt so good.
well if they don't get their HEA, I'll riot
