While they kissed, she allowed herself the kinds of fantasies that had gotten her into trouble with him in the first place. Now they were a comfort, a hope for their future. She imagined them cooking meals in a little kitchen where they bumped into each other even when they didn't have to. She pictured them waking up slowly, reluctant because they knew they didn't have anywhere to go.

She found herself whimpering with longing. They'd earned that and she wanted it.