Whitefish River Sweet dreams

He was just worried there was no anger or malice in his voice. His actions were kind and indulgent as he pressed his cheek into her neck, she liked how he had grown accustom to her brushes and adapted his acceptance in his own touching. He had been so unuse to it, at first, always tensing or freezing up. 

"No, I am fine. I am sorry, I will make sure to be more present.. we should be good now, I.." She cut herself off as she tried to figure out how to explain why she was wandering so much. "I cannot really.. sleep at night.. So I wander.."