She had to be careful not to fall off the mattress. Daniel was a sprawler and took up most of the bed. His leg was thrown across the back of her thighs and his hand was flung out toward her. If she wanted, she could nuzzle his palm, maybe twine her fingers with his. She shut her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Truth was she wasn’t ready for it to be over. He’d been true to his word last night. He’d driven her to his loft, undressed her and after a little kissing, which could easily have become more, put her in bed. They’d slept and it had been nice, even though he seemed to have a thing about touching. He had to be in contact to sleep. It was hard to fight down the warm fuzzy feelings. They’d had one amazing night and, try as she might to keep it in context, it was hard to not be drawn to him. No matter how much she tried, she wasn’t going back to sleep. Twisting to lie on her back, she managed to roll without disturbing him. His leg slid down to cross at their ankles, his hair tickling her.
