He shifts around beside her, sheets rustling in the darkness as he tries to slide out from under her arm, but she just wraps it tighter around him.
"Don't go," she whispers, pleading.
Two seconds later, she's holding her breath and keeping back her tears. But he sighs, settles in.
Replies, "Alright."
Keeping her eyes closed, a tiny smile forms on her lips. This is a step towards what she really wants.
Because they both know that she was talking about forever, and he was talking about tonight.
But it's a step, a small step, and she'll take what she can get.
For now, though, she presses her face into his back and breathes in his smell. She lies there and pretends that the world is beautiful and dreams come true and he loves her as much as she loves him.