She took his hand in hers and rested it on the mattress between them. He heard her sigh and listened to her breathing until it steadied, deepened and he knew she'd drifted off.

A small smile on his face, he allowed himself to drift off once more.

Once the sheets on this side warmed up, that is.

Sweet perfume and the feel of silk filled his senses as he awoke.

He blinked his eyes and realized he was smelling Monique's shampoo as her long strands of hair were spread out across his face.

He became aware of where he was... and where she was... and it was good and bad....