Hannah blew out a soft sigh of relief when he let her come closer to him, curling up against his side and resting her head on his thin, toned chest, closing her eyes tightly against the wave of emotions she felt at his quiet admission.
"Me either," she admitted back. And it was true. With everything going on, the long road to recovering as much brain function as she could, and then having to relearn so many bloody things, she hadn't had time or energy to try to devote to any sort of relationship. And then there was the guilt and grief to deal with when it came to Ernie. But there hadn't been anyone since him, and her heart ached with the depth of her loneliness.
She only hoped that he wouldn't hold it against her or feel she was using him. She didn't see it like that, though she knew it could be perceived as such. "I haven't... not even innocently sleeping next to someone like this... not since Ernie," she added in a whisper that carried easily in the quiet of night.