"No books?" he asked softly, turning more toward her. He reached out and took hold of her, pulling her in close, her front flush against his. He kept her close, hands clasped at the small of her back. "No games to pass the time? Just a bed?" He kissed her forehead and nudged her head back, trailing kisses down along the bridge of her nose, then the tip, and then finally to her lips. His kisses were soft but insistent, designed to help draw her mind away from the present, away from the funeral, away from sadness. "Or does Little Lake have those things and you'd just rather spend your time laying around with me instead?" His hands smoothed up and down her back, careful not to press down too hard over her scar, but touching her fully and without shame or reservation.