"Will you just--" Katrina began, and then stopped because she didn't know if she was allowed to ask. It seemed like she'd been able to make him feel a little better, at least, by clarifying the difference between how she felt about him and Peter. So she dared to finish, "I really just want you to hold me."
She took a deep breath. "I miss you."
That was a stupid thing to say, maybe, but it was true. Nothing had been the same between them since she'd messed up. He'd been right there in the same house, the same bed, and yet she couldn't shake the awful loneliness that had sunk into her bones from that one awful night.