There was absolutely no regret hiding in his eyes. He felt nothing of the sort, unless he admitted he wished he'd made a move sooner. He'd been sleeping in her bed for weeks, either curled up beside her, in her arms or holding her in his, every night. He'd woken her up two, three, sometimes four times a night with his nightmares, and still she'd let him stay, and do it again the next night.
She deserved so much more than he could give her. She had been nothing but amazing, understanding, and supportive of him. He wanted to show her how much he appreciated everything she had done, and likely would continue to do for him. Maybe a kiss wasn't exactly it, but it was a start.
His tongue slid across his lips. "I should let you take that nap," he said softly. But then he was leaning in for another kiss, because now that he'd done it once, he craved the feel of his mouth on his, her lips against his lips. This time he brought a hand up to tangle in her hair.