[She writhes a little under the pressure on her thighs, sighing happily against his ear as she adjusts her grip to hold him a little firmer, a little more insistent.]

I miss waking up beside you. [A fact that is going to be remedied very soon!]

I can't be mad at you like that ever again, I can't bear not having you near me, I couldn't sleep knowing you were nearby and I wasn't holding you. Wasn't touching you... wasn't letting you touch me where I wanted you to touch me.

[Is that a hint? It might well be. She kisses his throat, then along his jaw back to his ear, and whispers bashfully:]

I miss you inside me.