She was warm against his side and his hand curled almost possessively around her shoulder before sliding down her arm to her waist, where his hold was much like it had been on her shoulder.
He could hear it in her words, what she meant but didn't say, and he nodded. "Yeah. Even more reason for you to be careful."
"I will," he said, and realized that he meant it, that he would be careful because she'd asked him to.
After a few silent moments he realized he was still holding her, she was still leaning into him, her arm around him and her cheek resting against him, and he leaned back into the cushions. "You want me to go?" he asked, hoping that if she did she'd say so quickly, because he was starting to get comfortable.