If she were a better woman, she would let him warn her off but she had always been stubborn. It was one of her biggest faults but she also liked to think she could use it to her benefit too, especially when she decided to dig in and not let go.

He was warm too which was addictive, as addictive as it was that he was steady and silent. Be almost felt like a steady place where she could land every once in a while which was a feeling she couldn’t remember having.

Maybe she was entranced by the feel of his thumb brushing against her knuckles but she started to speak before she realized it. “Do you ever wonder why we don’t notice how lonely we are sometimes?”