“There always is,” she replied a little softer this time. She knew, logically, that she should be getting up and refilling their glasses. Putting some space between them. But Lilah was enjoying his closeness too much, as well as his hand holding hers. God, I’m growing soft, she thought, but even that couldn’t push her into letting go and moving away from him.
His chuckle drew an answering smile from her lips. She’d forgotten how much she liked his laugh, and it always had a way of cheering her up, possibly because he hadn’t laughed very often, even when they were together. It normally only happened when they were in bed, pretending to be other than they were. “I grew to like it. In the beginning, I only dealt with it out of necessity, but by the end…it became as natural as breathing, really.” Her attempt to remain sardonic was failing miserably, thanks to him. “I’m sure you’re right.”