Anne would forever define comfort with what she was experiencing right now. Pressed against Sam, his nose nuzzling her, his wandering hands. She caught it and stopped it just as it reached a nipple, taking a deep breath.
Smiling again, Anne blushed and she didn't even know why. She knew her skin was flushed, but his declaration of love, even though he'd said it before, made her feel satisfied in a way she hadn't been in a very long time. "I'm yours," she whispered, her hand threading through his. "I love you."