"Me, too." She watched the movement, watched as he slid his shoes to one side with his foot. Watched as he approached the bed slowly. He didn't stop moving until he was standing next to where she sat, face turned towards him. He didn't break eye contact as he set his glass of water on the nightstand, as he reached for one of her hands and held it tightly in his own. She smiled lightly as he stroked his thumb across the back of her hand, as their breathing synchronized.