"Yeah, I know the feeling," Sam said honestly. He'd loosened his hold on her a little bit with his confession, but he tightened his arms around her again. He leaned forward, burying his nose in the warmth of her neck. "It feels like a while even when I go from morning to night without seeing you."
It had been almost two years that they'd been together, more than enough time for them to grow comfortable with each other, yet even without having spent years apart from her in his sleep, the novelty hadn't worn off at all. He didn't know if he'd ever be used to the feeling of her love and desire from him, because of the simple fact that she knew him, even the parts that he normally hid from the women he loved. The parts of him that he was still learning to love, himself. It felt more warm, more healing, every time they were together, and he kept finding deeper parts of his soul that could love her in return, too.
And he knew what she meant about not judging future relationships, but he was still glad not to have that in between them. He just wanted to be able to enjoy the reunion without the guilt of complications. "No, I know," he said. "And I've told you, when I found out about others in my future. But in the time I just lived... there wasn't anyone. I don't know if I remembered you, but I didn't want anyone else."