Reading didn’t help. Funny, how even a book couldn’t comfort her now. So she lied on her right side, facing the wall clock. She looked at the hands of the clock and seemed hypnotized by its slow ticking. She was drifting off to sleep when she felt him on the bed. He didn’t say a word but instead wrapped his arms around her, placing his head on her shoulder, breathing into her hair. She murmured a small sigh of satisfaction and closed her eyes. His left hand went under her shirt and cupped her left breast, then squeezed her right. He then proceeded to rest his hand on the soft skin under her breasts and she smiled, feeling the most peaceful she had felt in weeks.