She's grateful for the pillow between them as well, as she pushes her body back against his knees, itching to get closer. She's kissing him like she means it (she does), the tip of her tongue shyly touching his, the rake of her teeth over his bottom lip, the soft moans she lets warm his skin.

"I've missed this. You, in my room. In my life. I've missed you."

She shifts until she's sideways, inching her way closer to his lap.