She closed her eyes when he kissed her hair. If only she could pretend to be asleep, but no, hard to fool him. Instead, she rolled over onto her side and pressed her face to his chest, slipped her arm around his middle and let her hand rest against his hip. "I didn't mean to wake you..."

That much was true, she had hoped he'd sleep a while longer--give her time to figure out something, anything, to say to him later. Well, that wasn't going to happen, now was it? No.

"Thank you."