Winnie backed away enough to let him decide what to do about this shirt, laying back against the mattress and staring up at the ceiling in the dim light, provided by the street lamps through the window. Gently she prodded the bruises on her neck wincing at the pain. That had been the scariest part...

Then he was sliding back into bed with her and Winnie automatically reached for him, curling into him gratefully, trying to banish the memories of last night. "Still, with the way things have been..." Which she'd hated by the way, but had to let him have his space. "You are always just what I need and I appreciate that." More than words could truly express, at least tonight.