She’d craved his touch earlier, regretted for hours after that all she’d gotten was a dance and a brief kiss. So the moment he’d settled into the bed, she’d crawled into his space, straddling him. The gesture isn’t sexual though and she settles her face into his chest as he begins rubbing his hand up and down her back. The cotton of his stolen t-shirt slides up and down her back with the movement of his hands. Her head rises as he takes a deep breath in and plucks at the collar of the shirt. 