[She doesn't think anything necessarily sexual of the hand on her waist. It's a soft, comforting gesture, one that she's missed. Nobody touches her like this here.

His question, though, makes her look at him with an odd, puzzled expression on her face. He's just said something that doesn't make any sense.] Of course I'd call you my boyfriend. What are you talking about?

Isn't living together enough of an answer for you? [There's something a little defensive in her tone. She'd thought how they felt was obvious.

It was, in her world.]