There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before he leaned over and kissed her, surprisingly gentle.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and leaning back against the pillows, his hand coming up to run through her hair.
“We still have something, you and I,” he murmured, moving to kiss a line along her neck. “Even if it’s not love, it’s something.”
She flushed, tilted her head slightly as she spike in a small voice. "Do you think that I can love you one day?"
He rested his forehead against hers, his brow furrowed. "I missed you. Despite everything, I missed you so much."