It feels nice, fitting so closely against someone, and she'd hang onto it a little longer if she didn't think, miraculously enough, it was going to be available again when she wants it.

Tris's bed is soft and the pillows smell like her, and Blue smiles at her when she sidles close. The air feels warm and buzzy between them like even the atoms of her skin are reaching for Tris's. "Yeah," she says with a little grin. "I think it does."

"I mean, if you want."