She snuggled back against him, but she was careful about it, Daniel's cautionary words about her affectionate nature playing a loop in her mind. Still, they were both hurting, and she was affectionate. She knew, had always known, that there was something wonderful about being held and holding; touch made everything better when she was a child, and she still loved the comfort it brought now that she was grown. It wasn't always sexual, but it was always about being cared for, at least to her mind. She wrapped his arms around her waist, and she closed her eyes. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me, you know," she said softly, not loud enough to be heard even a step beyond the boundaries of the bed.