"I just had a mug of coffee," she pointed out. "I'm not likely to go to sleep anytime soon. But if you turn over, I'll rub your back and maybe you can sleep."

It dawned on her after she'd said it that it was something very much like that, right here in this very bed, that had started things up on that day they'd been together that they hadn't been themselves. But Sam was definitely herself, and she wasn't intending for it to lead to anything else--and if it did, well, Sam trusted him enough to stop if things got too much for her.