She rested her head on his shoulder, her hand slipping under his shirt subconsciously as her fingers brushed his waist. "Glad we could make an agreement."
He laughed lightly before kissing her, his hand coming up to brush through her hair. “Don’t be sorry.”
He hesitated, pulling her up closer to him. “I don’t know,” he said eventually. “None of them haveever really been a home to me.”