She rubbed his chest slowly, her eyes loving, before she kissed his nose and pulled away. “I’m going to go get dressed.”
She stood up, heading to the drawers before pulling out a plain shirt and jeans. She paused before looking back at him, her brows furrowed. "Hey... you know that if you ever wanted me to leave and go to my room, you could tell me, right?"
She seemed troubled, her brows furrowed. "I... I don't know. You don't seem to really want to talk and I'm worried I'm bothering you, and I get that people sometimes want alone time, and I don't want to overwhelm you, and..."
She blinked, looking down at him for a moment before setting her clothes on the dresser and crawling back across the bed to him, kissing him.
She gave him a small smile before slipping off the bed, getting her clothing. "Good. You should. I'm always right."