My eyes close at the kiss to my forehead, and I breathe a shaky sigh.

"You shouldn't love me." I whisper, maybe too low for him to hear, and then move to settle back down on the bed, facing the wall.

Part of me wants him to crawl in behind me again, wrap his arms around me and hold me until I fall asleep. Part of me knows he shouldn't have anything to do with me.

I hold the bear close to my chest, its head tucked up under my chin. It doesn't smell new anymore,. It smells like this place. This bed. It smells like Eiji (and me?) and like home.

When did this place become home? When did I start nesting?