That was even better. She was so small and soft, and she smelled so good. He pressed his nose against the tender, smooth flesh of her neck and inhaled. Her perfume was mild and clean, like fresh rain. She fit against him perfectly, nestled against his chest. He wanted to brush his mouth over her neck, her cheek, her mouth, but didn't; she'd been through so much lately. He wouldn't be like the others and jerk her around, but wasn't sure if it was fair to her to express interest in maybe picking up where they left off, or beginning again, anew. She'd just come out of two relationships, neither one of them her choice, and she probably wanted distance from everything like that.
Slowly he unwrapped his arms and let her sit up straight again; that had to be uncomfortable with her incision. He reached up and brushed her thick hair out of her eyes, and then pulled back.
"You're welcome," he said. He tipped his head a little, listening. "I think that maybe Rose is awake now--I think I hear her."