If Mary knew about the naughty line of thinking, she would have been pleasantly surprised. They'd taken things slow even since getting together, partly because she didn't want to push him for too much, too soon. He hadn't had decades to grieve losing his wife like her Johnny. And she'd come into this relationship with a lot of history with his older self. It was an odd sort of balance.
She tugged gently, wanting him to join her on the bed. Not necessarily trying to push anything, but wanting him to be closer. She wanted to hold on tightly right now. She wanted that physical proof that he was, indeed, right here.
"Stay here tonight?" she asked softly. She knew that they'd have to go their separate ways at some point. That she couldn't keep him here 24/7, nor would either of them be okay with that. But she didn't want to let him out of her sight just now.