"Always," she answered quietly, without hesitation. There was no harm in admitting that, at least. She'd hated being away from him and that knowledge, coupled with the realization she'd had in the bathroom, painted a fairly clear picture of how she wanted at least her immediate future to go. Whatever else happened, she wanted him close. When he looked at her...when he touched her...all she could think about was keeping him as close to her as possible for as long as he'd have her. She could waste time being terrified of their relationship later. Right now, she just wanted him. She wondered if he'd ever understand how very difficult her nature made it for her just to admit that she wanted him to be there with her.
Scooting over slightly, she slid down until her head rested on the pillows. They smelled like him and she breathed deep. God, she'd missed him. They'd gotten so close so fast. Everything seemed harder when he wasn't there, now. She needed him more than anything else. Looking up at him, she held out her hand, somewhere between reaching for him and beckoning him to her.
"Stay," she said, not really requesting because she didn't think he would deny her. "Just for a little while."