She can't help but mirror that smile back to him, gentle hands slipping under his sweater, smoothing over his ribs. He's putting on weight and muscle, and she can feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric. She's not asking for more than this, just simple intimacy. To be close to him.

Quiet, she asks, "What about the outside? Are you ready to go for a hike yet? I hear there are butterflies in the upper meadow, I'd love to see them."