John's somber dark eyes regarded her quietly. "Good morning," he rumbled. Damn, Shannon thought, his voice was even sexier with that rasp in it. She tried to summon up a smile. "Good morning. Uh, how did I get here?" "You fell asleep, and rather than let you crumple on the floor, I brought you up here with me." Blood crept into her cheeks. "Oh. Sorry 'bout that." Shannon started to peel back the blanket to sit up, but John tugged her back down. "Don't leave just yet. You're very warm. And don't be sorry. I enjoyed every minute of it. I actually slept very good with you, which is surprising." Shannon eased back down onto his shoulder and pulled the blanket up to her chin. A heavy hand resettled at her waist. "You don't normally sleep well?" "No. Dreams wake me up a lot, like last night." "Oh," she said, inanely.
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