More than liked, really. Something in her eased every time he had a firm hold on her. Harley had never bothered trying to pinpoint what it actually was that felt so good about it, but the answer was likely somewhere between the physical pressure and the feeling of being wanted to stay.

Some of which got reflected outward, into the kiss, in actions but also --

"All ya gotta do," Harley mumbled, breathless and deeply distracted, "is be right here with me."