Jaime flushed with pleasure at his words. Perhaps it was ridiculous, and maybe she was reading too much into it, but it was sort of nice to react positively to things rather than not. Scooting down a little, she fished around for her shirt, slipping it on before she resettled herself against him.
"If you're sure you're all right," she said. She was fine just crashing here, having a snooze with him. Staying the night. Whichever.
Maybe letting go and relaxing and trusting him wasn't going to be the nightmare she feared it would. This felt nice. Felt right. It still scared her, and she was still waiting for the bad news to come crashing in, but there was definitely an acceptance, however tentative, that she might have found something real here.